"I don't understand fishing metaphors!!"

...and everyone knows that sardines are super gross.

-every morning (or early afternoon, don't judge) i walk down the block to St. Mark's. this past week i've loved digging into the snow packed sidewalk heels first to hear the crunch. like my friend bobby mcferrin says, simple pleasures are the best. now that everything is melted, stomped down or iced over, my morning was a bit empty.

-speaking of St. Mark's: the first guy to ever remember my drink perfectly called me "Jane" today. yesterday, too. after five months of calling me by my actual name. (post script: he called me by the right name yesterday.)

-i took a few boxes of winter clothes downtown to hand out to the homeless. in lieu of dropping them off at goodwill or the rescue mission, i went to the park to mingle with the people. i was offered drugs no less than 3 times. my favorite interaction was with a tiny asian man yelling, "What.can.I.have?! What.can.I.have?!" like a shotgun as i put a box on the bench.

-having an argument with an 8-year-old every afternoon about whether or not he has to wear a coat when it's 35 degrees outside is awesome. it's super rad to have that same discussion with a 6-year-old every morning.

-i finally hung up my bookshelves before i went to illinois. i then finally unpacked my books when i came back. half of them are still at poshak's, but of the 12 boxes now shelved, i'm guessing that i've read half of them. re-read 10%. for my own enjoyment, i'm gonna count tonight. i'll post my tally to see how accurate i am. (book counts as follows: on shelves: 574; read: 364/64%; re-read: 105/18%)

-my january is looking uber busy. faceplant next weekend, a play i'm doing the following two, and matt flies in from chicago tonight. he's never been to denver, so we're gonna tour the town all day saturday. and tonight he's invited me to join a "bunch of choir queens" for drinks. woot.