1. Having the hiccups in a crowded elevator.
More news that’s list-worthy:
1a. NPR.org rocks, literally, I’ve been listening to SXSW concerts all day long.
2. We went out for dinner last night with a couple friends. The restaurant looked like an old dive bar from the outside but the food was fabulous. One friend: “If you tell anyone about this place in your blog I will kill you.” So, shhhhhh.
3. My RRHB bought Harp yesterday. It felt like the cottage. I miss the cottage.
4. The sunshine is not matching the temperature. And I switched coats this morning, which means I’m essentially going to be very cold as I walk home.
5. I started reading the book last night and wanted to rewrite it all from the first sentence. Crippling self-doubt makes a comeback.
6. Peanut butter and lettuce is an awesome combination. I don’t care what anyone says. And it makes me think of my mom.
7. Still hiccuping.
8. Rebecca Miller is an amazing writer. Take this sentence for example: “Delia Shunt was 34. She had fine, dirty-blond hair and a strong, heavy ass which looked excellent in blue jeans.” So it’s no surprise that I am absolutely devouring her new novel, The Private Lives of Pippa Lee, that we’re publishing in the summer.
9. A pen broke open on my hands and arms this morning, which means I look blue.
10. Bubblegum will always put me in a good mood. Even if it’s the cause of #1 and #7.
EDITED TO ADD: That I wish someone would describe my ass that way. Heh.
sincere thanks for point out the SXSW concerts, for those of us in the far north where CBC radio1 is the only non-classic rock station, internet radio is a god send.
so thanks again.