All the cities that we burned down

[sovay]

Rabbit, rabbit! To inaugurate Pride Month, I spent most of the day doing laundry, but that's because very early tomorrow morning I am leaving for New York. I did manage to drop by gaudior's birthday party, where I helped light a dramatic amount of candles on a cheesecake without setting any household objects or people on fire, except slightly my thumb.

I have still not written a speech in the event of winning a Lammy. The concept appears to exist at the exact intersection of Tiny Wittgenstein and tempting fate. I'm working on it.

I think my extensive plans for tonight are pack and collapse.

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[sovay]

This is why I have not yet actually applied for financial aid, because it's *presumptuous*.

I have less difficulty making myself send out resumes or apply for grants, honestly. An acceptance speech in reserve just feels hugely arrogant. I'm sure it should be good for me. It's being difficult.

[edit] I would in fact like to win a Lammy. I think I wrote a good book. I don't think it would be undeserved. I just feel it's unlikely.

(Also, ow. More ice than you think you need.)

(I left the house with a piece of ice pressed against my thumb. The issue was that some of the candles had been lit starting at the rim of the cake, which left unlit candles in the middle of the cake surrounded by fire, ow.)