Top three fears, in no particular order:
1. Being convicted of a crime I didn’t commit
2. Being buried alive (it has not been a good week for me, current events-wise)
3. The apocalypse and the breakdown of institutional society
No really. These are my top three.
Haney says: “Kate, these are all Catholic school fears.”
Tell me what you’re afraid of.
* This week, frankly, has been balls. And nothing bad even happened. In fact, stuff has actually been pretty positive writing-wise, and Tom grocery shopped and cleaned the bathroom while I was babysitting last night, neither of which I had even mentioned needed doing. Dear Tom, you are and continue to be amazing. But honestly, it’s just been a lot of after-work obligations and not getting home until eleven every night and schlepping all over creation with my giant work bag and waiting for the bus and JURY DUTY and trying to cram stuff I actually like to do into ten-minute increments here and there and feeling like I’m only giving half my attention to everything. It just starts to chafe after awhile and makes me feel kind of vulnerable and lost. However: there is a boyfriend and a giant cocktail waiting for me at the end of this day, and I will persevere. Also, Ash has a great post up about doing nothing which I really, really liked.
* Current musical obsessions: everything by The Script, One Republic’s Waking Up, Gaga. Also, you all should read this article because it is HI-larious.
* To be filed under: “Romantic Movies I Will Write One Day”: the one about the brothers who have to clean our their dead parents’ house and fall in love with the same girl, the one about the family restaurant, the one with the lead written specifically for Handsome Shane West.
* Joshilyn Jackson’s The Girl Who Stopped Swimming: fine, but ultimately obvious and disappointing (and a little offensive, actually, if I put my Lit Major goggles on…?). Dear Frankie: such a freaking delight, and if you still think Gerard Butler is a zero after watching this movie you can just stand there in your wrongness and be wrong. Dreams From My Father: burning a hole in my purse at this very moment. At home: The Brothers Bloom and An Education. Will let you know how it goes.
* I have a nifty new Sigg bottle with a nifty K. Barteski design on it. I probably should stop complaining.
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