I’m writing on my blog because Paulette told me I am not loving her enough. The thing is, I have so much love for Paulette, she need not make such an equation. But I can’t stop her, so I must do my part.
What is there to say?
I was very sulky when Sandra left. I forgot that I had a whole life in the Bay Area and a whole community that I haven’t found in New York. Don’t get me wrong, New York is way better. But why can’t Sandra just move here, you know?
I saw Parker Posey again with her dog (I think the dog is named Kasey). She got tangled up in the dog’s leash. She is perfect and so is her dog.
My first round of submissions were due yesterday. I’m pretty happy about my new short story. I’m not feeling good about the craft essay. When I am forced to think about writing twenty pages on diction and tone, the idea of napping becomes less of an idea and more of a reality.
At this time I am reading Roth’s Portnoy’s Complaint which I give a solid “Meh.” I am also reading McEwan’s Enduring Love, which is not as good as The Comfort of Strangers. I will endure it, but I probably won’t love it.
Even though it is ninety degrees out, I feel like summer is coming to a close.
I miss school. I miss residency. I miss everything. I am pouting.
See? I have nothing to say. My life is boring, boring, boring.
I’m going camping this weekend. I will try to remember to bring the digicam and take pictures. I do believe this will be my first camping trip since my first year of college. We’ll see if this will be a resurgence of Outdoors Gili.
Music: Erasure
Food: Tuna melt on cinnamon raisin toast.
Body Ailment: Perhaps a slight ear infection. Dad, don’t freak out.
Favorite Place Where I Am Not: France
Apparel I Dream Of Owning: Suspenders
Happy, Paulette?
