Good Things Come to Those Who Wait

My apologies for the lull in postage. I've been working on the four book reviews I have forthcoming in the next month. Luckily for me, I love to read. The times are tough, however, and money's tight. I'm very lucky to be employed, but sometimes I feel a little like Susan up there, dragging my bag around town, and taking a bath in the public restrooms. Ok, so I don't really do that second part. You know what I mean, though, right?

Everyone's been tossing this little ditty around the internet. It's a tough sell for me. Frankly, unless you've got a cushy job or a trust fund I think it's difficult to be creative with the looming grim reaper of unemployment flashing his shit all over town. That said, I'm trying to focus on the positive. I figure, Susan had plenty of fun even though she was basically a squatter and lived out of a box. Albeit, a really chic box.


Thinking positive: it's almost spring / summer (really the two are combined in New York). Soon I'll be moving into a new apartment with my beau, and it'll be Saturday and Sunday in the park, with iced coffee.