Today I started my Renaissance Prose paper. The working title is: “The Power of Place: A reading of Nicholas Breton’s The Miseries of Mavillia in response to Constance Relihan.” It will be a Deleuzean analysis as usual. I have not yet received a cookie. Then I ordered the new tinysides because you have to get them fast before they sell out. Then I got bored and took a bazillion pictures of myself, which is what I do when I get bored, and Maggie is not helping me overcome this habit. Then I ate spaghetti. I will probably get a cookie in a few minutes.
Charlie’s coming home this weekend; I like it when we are all here together. He is bringing Hendrick’s.