It's my birthday!
Today I turn 20 years old. As a symbol of my newly acquired maturity (at least chronologically), I recieved a Motorolla Tracfone in the mail. My friends need no longer complain of my inaccessability...or of their thankless status as my secretaries. Calling home (and recieving calls therefrom) will no longer require a landline. The world just got that much smaller, my friends and family that much closer. Welcome, Abby, to the 21st century.
Even better, Dad sent me the final installment of the Thursday Next series--a hardcover copy with additional online features! I eagerly await the "brainy silliness" and bibliophiliac abandon to come! Vowsha, knowing my passion for Annie Dillard, purchased Living by Fiction for me--I book I've already come to love. With it, she wrapped up a bright navy mug with a graceful flowery painting on it. It fits quite nicely in my hand.
Tonight, Melody is escorting me to Starbucks--after which we will repair to the Kulick resident to pay our respects to its latest member: Chrissy! She arrived via c-section in the early hours of the eleventh, and already has made her debut in a Facebook album.
I'm finishing my conquest of Nabakov's memoir Speak, Memory...and noticing butterflies and various other lepidopteral creatures everywhere I go. Literature truly does give me fresh eyes and heightened joy.
Well--dinner awaits. Au revoir.
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