5:42pm: wandered around ‘looking for things,’ stalling drive. I said ‘I can’t find my water bottle lid, it’s black.’

Mom said ‘I’ll help you look for it, it’s black? A black lid?’

I said ‘yeah, definitely a black lid.’

Mom said ‘black lid, definitely, definitely a black lid’ in ‘rain man’ voice.

I said ‘yeah because it’s definitely a black lid.’

Searched different rooms at a similar pace, saying things in ‘rain man’ voice. She said ‘do you want these? I found them in the car and they are [funny voice] so not me,’ holding a pair of glasses that looked sort of like Zachary’s. I said ‘I’ll take them, sure. Were they grandma’s?’ she said ‘you know, they very well might’ve been. They very well might’ve been, because I don’t know how they ended up here. Your grandma used to like to steal other people’s glasses, at the end of her life.’

I said the black lid was probably at my apartment. Mom said something about a case of water bottles in the garage, then ‘don’t bring them up, I’ll have dad bring them up.’ Picked up case of 36 small water bottles and started walking up stairs. Mom said ‘oh honey you didn’t have to lift those things.’ I said ‘I know, it just seemed easier for me to do it.’

Mom said ‘what would I do without you’ in funny voice.

I said ‘you would be okay, you would just be dehydrated.’

She said ‘I wouldn’t pee.’

5:45–9:25PM: drove.

9:30pm: emailed Juliet that I’d be online in 30mins for Skype interview. Parked ten blocks south of apartment.

10:30PM: i like the walk from 108th st to 118th st. a lot of open windows, unnamed stores, hurricane-damaged buildings that look easier to forget than repair. passed a tattooed woman leaning out a window, looking somewhere i wouldn’t go, facing the same distance.

a crowd of kids were playing a running game on my street. i live at the end of a dead end street. funny. smiled at the kids and felt close to them in age. attempted eye contact. if they’d seen me they’d probably think ‘creepy adult.’

fed cats and cleaned their box and heated pizza slice and drank a beer and downloaded skype. juilet said she was grading papers and would be available whenever. going to sign in to skype.

MAY 18, 2013

1:20AM: have been talking with juiliet. interview portion was short. wish i had typed jokes. she told me about ‘cock docking’ and showed me pictures, then we showed each other pictures of vestigial tails and ex-boyfriends. i felt happy imagining her life.

drank three beers. forget how we ended up talking about bill clinton. i said we should bet on how old he’s going to be when he dies.

HOW OLD WILL BILL CLINTON BE WHEN HE DIES:

•  megan: 92 (all-in).

•  juliet: 87, 92, 93. definitely not 89, 90, 91, 98.

we didn’t discuss money but he is currently 66.