Desire

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Why oh why must I be poor?? I spent a whopping $815 yesterday at the dentist, so no iphone for me, alas. It’s okay. There are always miracles. Oh god, though, if you haven’t already you have to see this thing. You can go to Apple’s website. The interface is just amazing. Perfection. The things you can do, just tapping around. You have to see it, it really is a marvel.

I’ve got a book party to go to tonight that I’m looking forward to. Normally these things can be surprisingly tedious, but it’s a subject I’m interested in (that time of life) and I like the people.

I’m in a good mood today, for a poor person. I think it’s because I went to the dentist. Ever since seeing the movie Castaway, I live in fear of being stranded on a desert island with dental issues. Whenever I get a cavity or something taken care of I think, “Good. Now if my plane crashes, I won’t have to knock my tooth out with an ice skate.” (Nevermind the fact that I won’t get on a plane in the first place.)

Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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