Love. I ordered the newest Postsecret book and Other People’s Love Letters: 150 Letters You Were Never Meant to See –– similar to Postsecret, but romance-specific, and even more satisfying –– off Amazon a few weeks ago and they arrived on Tuesday. The love letters are by far my favorite. They’re made of emails and stationery and Post-Its, scraps of paper with coffee stains or napkins, and the best part is that, like with Postsecret, not all of them are fairytale-happy. The book has a good spectrum of feelings in it, meant to encompass the range of modern love. And yet, when you finish reading, it still leaves you fuzzy.
Talking to friends for the first time in a long time. I called my friend in L.A. on Sunday and we talked for most of the afternoon. We hadn’t seen or heard from each other (other than texts, and who counts those?) for the entire semester. Sooo nice.
Stuart Dybek. His story “We Didn’t” is amazing: it floats but it’s specific, grimy, maybe a bit harsh. I love it. I ordered one of his collections and it arrived today. SCORE!
How awful would this show be? Hilariously awful (like that sex scene between Patrick Wilson and Malin Akerman in the actual film). But this has the bonuses (boni?) of Rorschach juggling pies and Jon going all Transformers! So it totally wins.
Sleep. For various reasons I have been awake until three or four A.M. almost every night this week, which is late even for me. However! I took a nap this afternoon, for two whole hours. I hardly think I need tell you it was glorious.