Welcome To My Bed

"I am only a word slut."

It seems that I am in reading mode today (with Bob Dylan on repeat in the background). I finished that coffee table book about Edie Sedgewick a little while ago and now I've picked up Infinity Blues again. But it's making me too sad, reminding me of DRA's blog and that time in my life when I was listening to Love is Hell on loop for about six months even though I was in a relationship. If I'm not careful, I'm going to end up in a funk. I'd say that I'm going to go read some happy book, but I'm pretty sure I don't have anything of the sort. Except maybe the Julia Child book that my uncle's girlfriend mailed to me a few weeks ago. Yes, maybe I'll try that. Otherwise I'll just get to thinking about depressing things like losing the password to summer.