Today I swam and ate, and read more Devils of Loudun, which I love.
My bed is messy. It's piled with books I intend to read, or that I am currently reading.
I'm waiting for something. Waiting is a depressing feeling to me. I never liked Christmas, and I never appreciated the "build-up."
Sara Habein, a writer for The Rumpus, wrote a glorified love letter to Midnight Picnic. It's pleasing -- I appreciate it.