I'm sniffling. Who gets sick in the summer? So last night I rummaged around my room in an attempt to entertain myself and take the edge off the Benadryl.
Going through old pictures always works. I found this one. And I thought I'd share.
How to become a literary, a luminary, to know and feel a sparkling flash of purpose and sense of self? In college, I dreamt of becoming a big city fish. In New York, I'm finding that everyone's a piranha.