oh, summertime.
I'm pretty sure my neighbors are scared of us. We decided today to blast a random assortment of classical music in the central Bose and turn it up into the higher 80s. I was in my room upstairs making myself interview ready and I swear I could feel the base in my feet, which I must say was fun. A little scary for the mailman to hear Wagner at the edge of the property, but quite entertaining for us. And it's made for the best background music for The Secret History, which I can't put down to save my life. I started it this morning and just started to wade a bit into Book II. I haven't even done the crossword puzzle today, which says something.*
And I just realized that the reason I've been so jumpy today is probably due to the fact that I've consumed massive amounts of green tea. Listening to the Kreutzer Sonata all day hasn't helped, either. Geez.
You know what's depressing? When your best friends give you a book of New York Times Sunday crossword puzzles and you spend a week doing one. I've never been this bad before, seriously guys. AND! It has THE FIRST SUNDAY CROSSWORD EVER. Also known as Hi, PopCulture from 1934, its nice to meet you. Shit.
And I just realized that the reason I've been so jumpy today is probably due to the fact that I've consumed massive amounts of green tea. Listening to the Kreutzer Sonata all day hasn't helped, either. Geez.
You know what's depressing? When your best friends give you a book of New York Times Sunday crossword puzzles and you spend a week doing one. I've never been this bad before, seriously guys. AND! It has THE FIRST SUNDAY CROSSWORD EVER. Also known as Hi, PopCulture from 1934, its nice to meet you. Shit.