The second thought I woke up with this morning was unrelated to the first. (The first thought, of course, was election-inspired: This Can't Be Happening.) So the second thought was that I probably shouldn't bother D. with an email today (even though I'm very inclined to), and what would be a good way to prevent myself from writing D.? Why, by putting staples in my fingers so that I can't type! (Staples: enabling self-control.)
I immediately recognized that thought as an odd one, but also as an infinitely pleasant one compared to my original thought of This Can't Be Happening.
This can't be happening.
I'm incredibly disappointed. I apologize, dear rest of the world.
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Some photos from my wedding were recently featured on Brooklyn Bride, here and here. (There's also a pretty thorough write-up of the wedding details.) — 02.25.09 People We Like. I've got a new photo in The Morning News: the co-owners of Frank White, an unusual coffee shop in my neighborhood. — 07.17.08 Charles Atlas will make a man of you! "Against Atlas' better judgment, I declined performing all of my exercises in the nude." (accompanying shirtless photo of the author [my husband] taken by me.) — 07.17.08 Cat on a Leash. I am totally buying a leash for Coleman asap. — 06.25.08 The Brooklynites. Great photos of a wide range of people from my favorite borough. (Thanks to Kurt [a talented photographer himself] for passing this on.) — 12.19.07 |
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