my birfday came and went. i felt old and got to dance on top of a bench in a restaurant where someone shouted out, "shake what your mama gave you" despite that i was eating with her. a subscription to nylon, tickets to air, a book that guy wrote and illustrated and some bubu lubu.
i heart rediscovering shit i forgot about. aka the impossibles.
i finished middlesex in the course of a very lazy, very quiet spring break and started up the new dave eggers. mr. eggers read us a funny story when he was on book tour. i bought the book and had him draw a dog in it to remind me of the sotry he wrote for the nick hornby collection that was awesome.
took a dog for a walk every evening and held hands with littleman.