Anatomy of a Dress

Have decided, in order to remedy my anxiety, to jettison Cornell and add Penn and Notre Dame. Penn’s funding looks sketchy but it’s a 3-year program and ND’s is full and I have a fortune-telly feeling about it. So okay. Spent all day yesterday writing, but because I didn’t want to write prep for a personal essay and I am leaving my new poems alone, I journalled and wrote letters all day. If you’re expecting something from me you’re probably (finally) going to get it.

The Dallas Museum of Art finally contacted me about the Brainless Ticket Taker job I applied for about 3 weeks ago. They require I be available from 8:30am to 4pm, TOMORROW. Short notice, no? I’m sure it’s just hubris from my wildly financially successful weekend that is tempting me to ignore. That and my insane desire to stay home and nerd out 4 days a week, no matter how poor it makes me.

In related news, my car’s been broken into and the stereo stolen. It doesn’t work though; there go a couple of very unhappy crackheads. Because I don’t have the money to fix it, I am ignoring it. I’ve started referring to it as New Orleans. Too soon?

Last night after our weekly date with Mad Men we went to Billiard Bar for $2 You-Call-Its and while everyone played pool, I curled up on a big black leather couch and watched Walk Hard with captions on. It was actually pretty pleasant. Watching movies in bars, who knew?