books are better than boys

I generally try to do as little as possible over the weekend, but the trek to the used book store was totally worth putting on some pants. I’m already halfway through the McCann and loving it. I’m not really huge on New Year’s resolutions, but I’m definitely making an effort to make more time for me and spend less time doing school stuff. More time for me means reading things that I want to read and not just education and middle school math books.

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.