March 8 - March 21

Busy reading Infinite Jest at the Hotel California

Sometimes I don’t want to write because I don’t want to confront myself.

I’ve been reading “Infinite Jest” by David Foster Wallace since mid-January. Less than 100 pages in, I ordered a copy of “Bough Down” by Karen Green and checked out “Lit” by Mary Karr.

My boyfriend teased me that I was becoming obsessed.

“I do my research, that’s all.” I said.

I wanted…