This past week I’ve been in bummer city. From Friday to Saturday I had a comically awful twenty-four hours which included getting stuck in an elevator for thirty minutes (which is neither as fun nor as scary as I thought it might have been, just incredibly boring/frustrating). But I am sure that no one wants to hear me whine about it (and a big thanks to those friends who already did).
Things haven’t been all bad though - my new computer should (fingers crossed) be here next week, the Bears game on Sunday was great (minus Cutler’s injury), I saw Big for the first time (the Josh-Susan relationship is super creepy, right?), got my hands of a copy of Infinite Jest (Infinite Winter, here I come), and in just a few hours four glorious days of vacation begin.
p.s. Look at me, kind of smiling in that picture. I think it’s true that smiling can make you happier.
p.p.s Current mantra.
