books are better than boys

Solo breakfast. 
Foggy morning.
Counter seat.
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(The book is Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? recommended by and borrowed from Kate. I started it a little over twenty-four hours ago, I’m almost finished, and now I really want to hang out with Mindy Kaling.) 

I think I would give just about anything to be present for a David Antin talk poem.

Excerpt from i never knew what time it was, by David Antin.

Pictured above, the thirty-seven books I’ve read this year.

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.