Today is the first day since I can remember that I actually have nothing – yes nothing! – to do. I’ve been school searching and job searching and paper writing and apartment hunting and Japanglish memorizing and life stressing every moment for the past many years. And, starting Monday, I’m sure I will be again. But today it’s sunny, unseasonably temperate, and I have nothing to do but sun myself in Prospect Park with a good book.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.