Something I thought would probably never happen is the problem I seem to be feeling right now.  I can't decide which of my jobs I like better.  I really like them both.  The Parks job is nice, and I actually write things.  But the magazine is pretty cool.  It's not your standard magazine.  Today, as soon as I got there, everyone was going into the publisher's office for an editorial meeting. That was around 11:20.  The meeting went to around 7.  It was really interesting though.  At one point I was asked if I had any thoughts on the magazine, and I about pooped my pants.  first of all, the publisher totally thought I was somebody else, the Asian guy who does fashion writing. I'm clearly not. Then he said "Well, who are you."  And I said "I'm Greg.  I'm the intern.  But I'll be whoever you want me to be."  Anyway, I tried to say something semi-intelligent.  He was pretty nice about it, and everyone there seems to be supportive and interested in helping us learn.  After the meeting, we all went out to a nice swanky dinner at some joint down town.  I had the crab cakes the cute waitress recommended.  And lots of red wine.   Anyway, the place was pretty expensive.  A grilled pizza appetizer was about 14 bucks.  I stayed till about midnight.  I felt a bit awkward throughout the evening, but I figured I'd always feel awkward around these people until I started hanging around more.  So yeah, it was  sort of awkward, but it was sort of fun.  I was supposed to meet Jen tonight, but I felt like I should go out with work people, expand the old circles a bit, you know? But I woulda rather been drinking red wine with Murph and talking bout dumb and silly and meaningful stuff.   But that's on tap for tomorrow.
 
    Yesterday I was talking with James, and he said he thought I'd grown exponentially since moving to New York a year ago.  A compliment from James is always magnified by a factor of at least 2.  I never really thought about it in context, but I suppose I have changed quite a bit in the last year.  I'm still shy and awkward and weird, but I'm a lot more confident about it, and more confident in general.  I think.
    Another term I like that uses the word exponential is one I heard from Kate at the Parks job. She said her former boyfriend once told her she or their relationship was in a state of "exponential decay."  I really liked that when I heard it, though I'm not sure why.  Maybe because i quantifying decay makes me feel better.

    My old girlfriend Rebecca emailed me today, and mentioned that I needed to write something better about her than what I say in the few mentions she appears in the journal.  So let's think.  What's something nice I can say?  Not quite sure, so I'm going to brainstorm right now, but I'll keep typing while thinking so you can have a more accurate gauge of how long it takes for me to think of something I would genuinely consider nice.  Still thinking.  typing nonstop, but not too well.  It's actually tougher to think while trying to think of something to say.  The only thing I can think is "she has nice hands," but I actually don't really remember her hands.  Well, she's a pretty girl.  Is that nice enough?  It's going to have to be.  cos I'm tired and I'm going to sleep.  Speaking of sleep, I don't recall her ever snoring, so i guess that's sort of nice. though I could be wrong.  Speaking of wrong, she was kind of wrong at times.  But we won't get into that.  We're in a better place now.  Anyway, sleep now. long time.
 

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