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In Brooklyn!! I am practically sobbing with longing. The tree, the vines, everything. Want. Anyway. Sigh. Moving on.

The Oscars are tomorrow!! Woohoo! The red carpet! Outfits and looks to critique! I just remembered the year I had to watch the Oscars from the Extended Stay Hotel in Durham. I had just bought an HDTV and it was killing me that I was missing it in hi-def. Well, not this year!

I was posting so many pictures of snow I didn’t think anyone could take one more, but I took this on the way to choir practice last week. I liked the infinity mirror-like aspect of it. This guy was taking a picture of the snow so I thought I’d take a picture of him taking a picture of the snow, AND get some snow in there myself.

The paperback of my book Unbelievable comes out next week and I have to start going promotion-crazy. I’ve put together a to-do list. Revving up …

All the best people will get that reference. It fits my over-stressed mood and why pretty lights would happily distract me. I keep calling them Christmas lights, but there’s no reason to assume they’re not just pretty lights for the sake of pretty lights, and not Christmas-related.

People spitting makes me want to throw up. But seconds after I took this the guy on the left spit and I’m a little sorry I missed capturing that.

I just read a review that makes me want to see it right this instant, even though the instant before I had no interest. I love Alice in Wonderland and I love Johnny Depp, but I have a sense of disappointment about Tim Burton these days that made me think he wasn’t going to make an Alice I could love. The review changed my mind. Except it doesn’t open until midnight!

Today feels like a movie day in any case. Hmmm. It also feels like a do-your-imitation-of-a-slug day. What to do, what to do?

I took this picture the other day. I looked up and said, “Oh, I wish that room were mine.” I had the same feeling of longing though when I saw the room below. I’ve decided the room to the left would be my study, and the room below would be my bedroom. In my fantasy perfect apartment. Where I am a best selling author to the left, and an orphan consigned to the attic in the picture below (think Shirley Temple in The Little Princess).