such good things

I read last night at the Loft and the thing is that I never think about reading until I actually have to do it, and then I have little anxiety attacks all day the day of, mostly because I don't want to regret not reading something I should have. St. Procrastinata: I took her name at confirmation. But at the last minute, I decided I would read what I'm good at, which is love poetry, and so I did, and it was just perfect. It really was.

If I could take a photo of this feeling, it might look like this:
which is the most lovely package of trims from Mo, of Froy and Olo fame. How someone who doesn't know me could pick out ribbons that are So Exactly Me, I don't know. I just feel lucky. And spoiled, again (Sally, I haven't photographed your beautiful package yet--soon! tomorrow!), but look at those pink velvet leaves!

Or it might look like this--in the middle of printing an order from a certain Chicken, at this point--and it might just feel the way it does when you say "how about a movie?" and he says, "yeah! that sounds good. want to walk up?" and it is exactly what you want to do.

You know, perfection.

So goodnight.