Sunday, November 25, 2007


I am in love with my house. To the point where some city agoraphobia is kicking in, and I refuse to go out as emphatically as I relish staying in, and the fact that Manhattan has delivery-- I take turns taking care of myself and giving myself license to put off work some more, be anti-social, stay in bed.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Good, you're safer there anayway.