i finished shopgirl the same night i got it...i really wasn't sure about steve martin's (yes, that steve martin) talent as a ficiton writer, but he really impressed me. and i identify strongly with his main character. too strongly. so strongly, in fact, that it frightens me. she's paralyzingly shy, artistic, lonely, and she sells gloves in a department store. aside from the gloves thing, i have to wonder--has steve martin been stalking me? go read it.

ok what's the deal with antihistamines making me loopy beyond all belief? i took a sudafed allergy pill this morning, and i'm all dizzy and giggly. pity these things never happen when i'm actually looking for such effects. i have tons of things to do today...i went on a cleaning spree yesterday (the parentals nearly fell over in shock), resulting in huge piles of laundry to sort and wash. i need to take my winter coats to the drycleaners, because at the rate things are cooling down, i'll be needing them soon. and i need to find appropriate job-interview attire. at this point though, the only things i'm capable of are menial tasks. or sleeping.

i'm going to a poetry festival tomorrow, unfortunately i have to shut the youth center for the day, but since the only ones there last week were me and the ghost, i think it'll be ok. i'm excited; some little ray of serendipity pointed me to the stack of fliers in the public library. ok maybe it was my love of fliers and all things free. but still, lucille clifton is reading! i LOVE lucille clifton. i would go anywhere in the world to hear her read, and lucky for me i only have to go a couple miles! so maybe i'll get my creative batteries recharged, and there will be some new work to post eventually.

i can hope, right?

-beatpoetgrrl

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