I woke up with this dark, puffy thing under my eye. I thought it was mascara. It's not. It looks like I was punched.
I don't think I'll be living in Albuquerque after the lease is up (February).
I made a wish list for a boyfriend.
I ended up not buying Hattie the Sherman Alexie book because I read the first few pages at Barnes and Noble and as much as I like his other writing, I felt like it was so, "Look, guys. I can so capture how teenagers speak," that it made my skin crawl. I should write young adult books. I'm a young adult. When adults write books for young adults the voice is never quite right.
I bought her The Glass Castle instead, which I am reading and loving. It was a good choice. I also got her The Best American Non-Required Reading 2007.
I saw that Miranda July has a "story" in the new Tin House that is basically the dialogue from her short film "Are you the favorite person of anybody?" Thoughts on this?
Lastly, an essay about koalas.