Ha, I got a new job in... another flower shop! What's up with that? They're the only people who will hire me, apparently.
Lately I've been going back to poetry that I really loved; that's my reading material of choice when I can't sleep, which is always. But there's something wonderful about reading a poem that always has and still does make my heart beat a little faster while I'm sitting up at 2 am, and I don't know why. Maybe because I'm sleep deprived and it makes me a little crazy, so in some ways I appreciate it differently.
Going to a halloween party tomorrow, I'm thinking of being a nun. Any thoughts?