yesterday’s downtime was thanks to a dying ups, ironically enough.

so i just realized maybe ten minutes ago that tomorrow would have been mine and adam’s two year anniversary; of course we only lasted like ten months or whatever it was but it’s still sort of interesting to contemplate. in some ways it doesn’t seem like it could possibly have been two years since i met him at that used cd store in harvard square, but on the other hand i’ve gone through so much in that time. i’ve been living in my apartment for almost a year now, and supporting myself; i’ve gotten and lost a job; i’ve gone to school and left it; i’ve met people and left them too. i guess this is the sort of reflection most people do around new year’s but that particular day has never really been important to me. i tend to remember days with personal signifigance, i think. i wonder what my life would be like now if i had accepted the spot i was offered on the harvard waitlist - i found out after the fact that i would have gotten in, if i had done so. i might never have moved to new york, i would never have met spencer, i wouldn’t have spent a year working as a web designer. i might never have broken up with adam. i never would have met jim, or krystal, or james. i wouldn’t have gotten mono, so i probably wouldn’t have left school. such a very strange idea. i would now be finishing up my sophomore year there, assuming i lasted this long. i’d be living near my parents and my brother. i wouldn’t have my own apartment. i don’t know if i wish it had worked out that way, although i guess it would have been simpler. maybe easier. maybe not.