This has been a week of unusually high levels of productivity. But then tonight I decided to end that five-day success streak by watching five successive episodes of "Arrested Development."
Kelsey turned 19 yesterday. And she was pretty and happy.
You know it's too cold in your room when you have to sit at your desk wearing your coat and scarf. Which is what I'm doing now.
"Go, go, go said the bird: Human kind
Cannot bear very much reality." (Eliot, "Burnt Norton")
I've been working on a new story but I'm not sure whether or not it's actually surviving. I wish Emily would come home from work.
How does one stop worrying about the future? About what happens next?
I like Theodore Roethke, I've decided, even in all with his primordial-slime-and-hyphen obsession. "The Far Field" occupies the poem of the week on our door now.
It is a good thing to talk openly with someone who not only listens well, but also understands keenly. This is one of many reasons I am thankful for Rachel.
Kathryn, Nick and Matt should come home soon. It is strange without them.
"I regret saying some things I shouldn't have said, like 'Dead or alive,' or 'Bring 'em on.'" President George W. Bush, when asked on CNN about the highs and lows of his time as president.
The idea of a publishing internship in New York City this summer is an exciting dream. But does it mean that I would have to walk and talk and dress like that?
I miss my little sister and little brother. I am looking forward to stealing their scarves and ruffling their hair, respectively.