2012-12-09 - 10:03 p.m.
that other livid window
"sometimes," my husband said through the bathroom door, "i have the feeling that life is not entirely fair to you." i was crying into a bleach bath, feeling sick and vain. i had made a 1930s period-correct backless dress to wear for new year's, but there is no way for these scars to fade in time.
i came down with cellulitis and it was pretty bad.
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reading: selected poems of john ashbery, a gift from a dear old friend, almost certainly shoplifted from borders books and music back when there was such a thing.
listening to: lord huron, the stranger.
working on: knitting a christmas stocking for my mom.
in the garden: it continues to be terribly and unseasonably warm.