+ Saw Star Trek with a friend

- It meant I had to get back to NY half a day earlier

+ I could get to work on time on Monday

- I didn’t get to work when I wanted to because I missed my train

+ I was on time anyway because we’re starting late this week

- Yales went back to NY before I got back. If I had known that would happen, I probably would have taken today off from work anyway.

+ Someone brought muffins from Shoprite.

- Apparently I’m suspended from work until HR gets my paperwork sorted out.

+ I get to go to commencement!

Girly magazines, New York Times bestsellers, green mud masks, chick flicks, etc: all things to which my immediate response for years was to turn up my nose. Now I’m thinking there just might be something to it after all.

I think writer’s block could be a good thing. It’s the only thing preventing the world from being flooded by pointless prose that simply was not meant to be.

I think I possibly sympathize too much with the characters in the fiction I write (or have written in the past, or have attempted to write) for the stories to really be any good. I want too badly for them to all get what they want in the end that I can’t bear frustrating them. Even autobiographical works, I tamper with, to make them end just so…

Apparently most luxury body scrubs are made up primarily of sugar and oil. So, along with my roommate’s oatmeal scrub, it’ll be like brunch in the bathtub! (Ewwwww. Although I have heard that a cold beer goes well with a hot shower.) Lesson: sugar and oil is better for you when it stays on the outside of your body. And there would be, I imagine, the added bonus of possibly improving your flavor, and attracting various insects. If you’re lucky, they’ll be butterflies.

Sugar scrub [recipe]