Eighteen days? I am aghast. I did write something somewhere just now, but it doesn't feel ripe for cross-posting. I really don't know what will become of this diary. I guess it's been a year since I've updated properly.

A pointless list of things that are cool:

- Ben Kweller songs stuck in my head (I've discovered him mortifyingly late)
- Same goes for Jeff Buckley; I believe 'Lilac Wine' could save your soul
- Clint Eastwood is still my boyfriend and Million Dollar Baby still possesses me; I'm becoming a harpy over this, but I feel no one believes it could be the work of art I take it for
- Beautiful volume of John Donne's poetry; I can't remember why I wanted it, but now I cherish it
- My brother wanting to read Dante's Inferno... this is miraculous, believe me

I really was going to go on and on like this, but dears, I bore even myself.