Friday, March 28, 2008


Friday, March 28, 2008
This morning I met my friend Allison for coffee and she brought me an amazing gift- three days worth of newspapers wrapped in a plastic grocery bag.

I want nothing more than to open the blinds and lie on the floor in the sun. I want to listen to an AM radio station that doesn't exist and linger over the Post. I'd probably spill my lukewarm green tea on the stock price listings, but I wouldn't care, because I'm not interested.

But instead, I'm going to iron the wrinkles out of and the crease back into a pair of pants and go talk about myself for an hour.

How much I'd rather spend the latter part of the day wiping ink off my fingers.