good morning

anna's leaving today. i spent last night with her at work until 4a.m. watching shopgirl, which was a quaint little flick. i knew i wouldn't mind being claire danes, but i didn't know i could feel sexually attracted to steve martin. i was feelin' him though. he wouldn't even have to buy me an armani dress.

today i have no tv, no books, and no roommates. just me, my computer, and a big empty house. i'm not sure what i'm going to do with myself. i think i may head to the library, get an iced chai tea latte, and read a book in the sunshine. maybe if i'm feeling saucy later i'll clean my car.

i got an email from eric torgersen this morning: a great poet, head of cmu's creative writing department, and my undergraduate advisor. he was on the committee for appointing graduate assistantships for the english department. he just wanted to know where i was going for grad school, ect., since i had decided to not remain at cmu after not receiving the assistantship. at the end of his email he wrote, "for what it's worth, i wasn't the only one on the committee who felt like they made a big and incomprehensible mistake." this really meant a lot to me.

this morning the scale told me that i've officially lost 25lbs. i expected a little man, maybe jared from subway, to pop out of the screen and congratulate me; maybe join me in a happy dance or tell me that my thighs look thin. instead, the mirror told me that i still have a tummy and my face is too round. so i told it to fuck off and ate some raisin bran.