Life's good in the big city. My apartment is still full of boxes, and my refrigerator is still empty save for a beer and leftover hot wings. But I now have a microwave, and a broom, and a brand-new bed with a brand-new comforter and a bunch of those matching throw pillows that I've always wanted to have but never bothered to buy.
I'm also digging through a mountain of boxes rescued from my storage unit, many of which I haven't seen or touched in about three years. It's a little bit like Christmas, especially when I found my favorite coffee mug with Santa's sleigh crashed into an outhouse and Santa yelling, "Dammit, Rudolph, I said the SCHMITT house!" Life's little pleasures...
I have to put in a plug for my friend's first novel, Into the Wild, which was released today. Sarah Beth Durst (I knew her way back when she was Sarah Angelini and writing plays for college theater) is incredibly talented and really just one of the best people you could ever hope to meet. Especially when you're a timid college freshman working on your first production (I was a stagehand, and I got to play a maid in one scene). Sarah and her book deserve their own post, devoid of off-color humor about flying reindeer, and I will do my best to write them one soon. The cable guy cometh to my apartment this Saturday, and I'll be back online for real then. In the meantime, check out www.sarahbethdurst.com.
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