Call me Atrial Fibrillation, the way I’m consistently inconsistent.
A little medical humor for you there. You’re welcome.
Anyways. I am working on the final draft of A Case of You, which I intend to self-publish in Spring 2027 if I can get my shit together.
So, would you like a report? Probably not, but guess what? You’re getting one anyway!
Reading
All the typos and grammatical errors in All Downhill from Here! My SIL’s mother is a copy editor and said that I should fire my editor. Fun fact: I was my editor. Now I’ve learned not to cut corners, and I hired Larissa Antonioni who is just about the most supportive editor a gal could ask for. She made it clear to me that I don’t know how to use commas. Anyway, the updated and hopefully typo-free version of All Downhill from Here is live now.
I am also finally reading Great Big Beautiful Life by Emily Henry. It was a slow-starter for me for some reason. But after a makeout sesh against a car and some dry humping on the beach, Hayden and Alice are my new favorite book couple. The yearning. The tension. Magnificent.
Eating
I am having a dense bean salad summer. Sorry not sorry. As a vegetarian it’s basically kibble for me.
Also, if anyone has recommendations for tacos and sushi in the Capital Region of New York, please for the love of everything, tell me. I haven’t had a good taco since leaving Ohio, if you can believe that. Last time I had good sushi was at Nami Nori like three years ago.
Playing
Springtime is always a good time for new music for me. Winter is basically just me, seasonal depression, and Noah Kahan. But I’m no better than a houseplant and some sunshine and good weather does wonders for me. The soundtrack for Off Campus is ruining my life right alongside the show.
I just made a playlist on Spotify called Lover Girl because that’s what this spring is: lover girl season. Olivia Rodrigo, Holly Humberstone, Francis of Delirium, Chloe Qisha, Claire Rosinkranz, etc. The playlist is keeping me going.
Also, I’d like to shout out that I was very normal when I saw Khatumu at Grand Central. I didn’t approach her, I sent her a DM saying that I saw her and I love her music. So I hope she didn’t get totally creeped out. Her song “matador” has been on repeat lately.
Obsessing
There is no answer other than Off Campus. I am happy to be a part of the collective psychosis. Just as Heated Rivalry occupied my every thought, Garrett Graham is the only thing I see when I close my eyes. It’s unhealthy, I know. It’s affecting my relationships; some positively, some negatively. I will not apologize. I love whatever is wrong with me.
Recommending
Being a lover girl. Love your friends. If you’ve move away from them like I have, plan a trip, schedule a call. Heck, weed your garden while having a yap session with your friend. Hop on a Discord call. The world will feel safe again. You’ll feel alive again, I promise.
That platonic (sometimes verging on inappropriately romantic/sexual) love for your friends is the fucking marrow of life. Soak up every moment you can with them. Send a text or a card or a stupid souvenir you found on your travels that makes you think of them. Bask in their mutual infatuation with you. Love your friends. Love love.
Treating
I’m a busy body. So I’ve been listening to my body more. I’ve been getting out of the house more. Going for a walk outside, window shopping, driving down the Hudson and meeting my cousin for vintage shopping and lunch by a waterfall. I’ve been giving into my FOMO and reaping the fucking rewards. It’s a big world out there, and I want to see as much as I can.
Thanks friends.
Please buy my book.
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