My left nostril is unclogged and smells the two candles from Soapology that are unlit but smelly-good enough to perfume the air. I see the morning sunlight brightly shining on the cathedral next door; the stone saints look like they’re squinting.
I’m so glad I got another pair of these futuristic leggings, this time in all black, because they are the only leggings I want to wear. And because it is the Moon’s Day, I’m wearing one of my greatest purchases from FP.
I’m trying not to make the grocery store into a big deal. I go, I take the items from the shelves, I pay, I come home, I put them away till I eat them. Because I really just require milk and trash bags and frozen foods, right now (my interest in cooking has waned since winter.) So it’s actually not a big deal, because that’s only two items.
I got a good sleep last night despite eating Vietnamese chicken curry before bed (while in bed, like a creature…) My stomach felt bad this morning, unfortunately. It was my own fault though; must do better in the future.
This reminds me of the book club yesterday which went swimmingly. We got a great discussion out of Bridget Jones’s Diary, mainly about how economics and women’s access to more money, is a huge changing factor in how romance plays out. For example, in the 1800s marriage wasn’t an option, it was a necessity for women to escape poverty, because women simply didn’t earn money. Today marriage isn’t that serious, because women can at least survive, although many people still use the marriage to climb social ladders (well done, I say.)
I got to share a cab with a girl from the book club yesterday, too, which is such a New York thing to do, and I checked it off my Manhattan bucket list.
I guess that’s all I have to say. I am gonna go read News of the World.