pim’s, chinotto, and a crazy straw

were i to divide my average day into percentage, it would most resemble the following:

25%: sleep

10%: studying my reflection in the mirror

15%: talking to my homo friends about being gay and neighboring hot men

15%: “i’m on leave from MIT, yes. how many shots in your cappuccino would you like?”

7%: masturbation

6%: studying for/attending analysis and algebra

10%: reading 10 men, vogue, the new yorker, GRE prep books, the times crossword, making anagrams of random words and products of two-digit numbers i see on public transport

i would imagine the other eighth of my time is me staring into space, or standing in a secluded corner to pull underwear out of my butt or pick my nose.

my life is good, but the move back to boston will be fivefold more entertaining; i miss having conversations with groups of friends who are not all gay.