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Jul. 24th, 2014 10:05 pmDay One (again).
Today, I finished both Salsa Nocturna by Daniel Jose Older which was freaking amazing (and I can imagine all of it being read in his butterysmooth voice) and Oomph: A Little Super Goes a Long Way, an anthology also from Crossed Genres. There's something kind of wonderful about going up to a dealers' table and being able to buy the three books in their catalog you don't already have.
I also saw Only Lovers Left Alive at the Brattle. More importantly than what I saw is that I went by myself, I didn't let inertia keep me home, even though I was tired and feeling kind of hermity.
Abundance was here this morning, which was absolutely lovely to wake up to, and then I got emotionally flustered and cried. But I decided that I didn't want to cry very much, so the whole day felt a little bit like a stuck sneeze. My feelings feel all over the place, and I keep explaining them badly, in pretty much every format to every audience.
Yesterday, I bought all the berries from Bug Hill Farm. It was an unequivocally good decision. In the fridge right now, I have cherries and strawberries and raspberries and gooseberries and red currants and blueberries, and there used to be black raspberries but I ate them all.
Today, I finished both Salsa Nocturna by Daniel Jose Older which was freaking amazing (and I can imagine all of it being read in his butterysmooth voice) and Oomph: A Little Super Goes a Long Way, an anthology also from Crossed Genres. There's something kind of wonderful about going up to a dealers' table and being able to buy the three books in their catalog you don't already have.
I also saw Only Lovers Left Alive at the Brattle. More importantly than what I saw is that I went by myself, I didn't let inertia keep me home, even though I was tired and feeling kind of hermity.
Abundance was here this morning, which was absolutely lovely to wake up to, and then I got emotionally flustered and cried. But I decided that I didn't want to cry very much, so the whole day felt a little bit like a stuck sneeze. My feelings feel all over the place, and I keep explaining them badly, in pretty much every format to every audience.
Yesterday, I bought all the berries from Bug Hill Farm. It was an unequivocally good decision. In the fridge right now, I have cherries and strawberries and raspberries and gooseberries and red currants and blueberries, and there used to be black raspberries but I ate them all.
