My semester started (masked, vaccinated, in person) and so everything feels very exhausting and super extra. Yesterday, I cried in Washington Square Park I was so tired. Two drunk men had also lunged at me, but that’s for another post or never. But I also got to meet with my writing group for the first time in person since the #BEFORETIMES and that felt magical. We didn’t even talk that much about writing, but we did have these…