Little Kite Girl

Today is my birthday.  Le big 27.  I stayed up late last night talking with a friend and then editing some of John’s writing, so I woke up pretty groggily and tried to convince Camper to snuggle in bed with me.  He did not want to.  And now he says, “No.”  So, I mean…considering all means of communication open to him, that was pretty clear.  John gave me my presents :)  He bought me Goodnight Nobody by Jennifer Weiner, Remember Me? by Sophie Kinsella, Anybody Out There by Marian Keyes, and The Shiksa Syndrome by Laurie Graff.  After much deliberation about the nature of my presents… he decided books were the way to go. Good choice, John.  After finishing my BA I decided to go on quest to find out what kind of books I really LIKE to read.  And it turns out…pretty much  magazines or blogs that LOOK like books are my favorite.  Chick lit.  A real time-waster, but oh so relaxing and mind-freeing.  Because when I read 1000 Splendid Suns I had a small breakdown.  It was very good, but also very sad.  My real life causes me enough real drama already.  I don’t need literature to add to my angst.

I’m also reading The Count of Monte Cristo right now.  Just so you don’t think I’ve abandoned ALL REAL LITERATURE.  But yo, it’s long.  So we’ll see how it goes.

As for how today has gone after all of that, well.  Eh.  Hopefully tomorrow the sun will rise again and we’ll have know what the crap to do with our lives.  Until then, at least I made it another year.

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