so audrey and i have been chatting most of the morning/afternoon. we have covered a lot of ground: family, college friends, love and its relational complications, and my particual avoidance of things. we actually didn’t cover this topic, but just mentioned it before she had to log off. we were talking about death. i confessed how i usually just avoided funerals and procrastinate on talking to those who have suffered a loss. she said, “i was thinking of you and how you avoid lots of things.” shit. what else? i can’t think of anything major like death, but i’m sure there is a lot of stuff to bring up. deadlines, major proofs of my intelligence, not indulging in vices, um… death really resonates as my major faux-paus in polite society. do i live in a shell? i hope to find out soon.