Two really good days at work. Twice I got to hold my favorite babies in my arms, Chloe and Georgia. Someone's been spreading rumors that I'm "the guy who recommends really good books." Seeing grown-up friends. Today a little boy that I've never seen before took me by the hand and led me around, talking nonsense.

Two weeks 'til surgery, oh my G-d.

I have had some fucking amazing dumpster hauls lately.

Whenever I shelve "Runaway Bunny" I think about it being a "perfect little allegory of the soul. No matter where it hides, G-d will find it." You know, that scene with Professor Ashford, from W;t ( Read more... )

I just realized that I've made no plans to see the new Harry Potter movie! This must be remedied.

How can you tell if your wisdom teeth are coming in? My mouth hurts like whoa.

Kit and I went to the farmer's market at Union Square. We bought a loaf of bread, some blueberries and black raspberries, and some honey. Sat in the park and ate the above with a bottle of apple cider.

Now I'm in a coffee shop, working on a short story, getting ready to go see Hamlet in Riverside Park.

I love writing. Thing is, I hate sitting still and being alone for long stretches of time.

If only my masochism extended to stationary solitude!

I want to go cavorting Friday night. Who's down?

I'm having surgery August 12th.

Which should I get first? My MFA in Creative Writing, or my Masters of Library Science?

I'm thinking MFA first, LS second.