My boyfriend is sleeping, last night I slept while he worked, and I'm craving a James Dean Breakfast sandwich [greasy burger + cheese + egg] but am more likely to go out and find almost any sort of burger because my g-spoon of choice is a 4K walk and I'm 2K hungry.

My letter exchange with the E this week has mostly focused on which characters of Real World Brooklyn we are attracted to. Part of the reason we're such good friends is that we tend to be attracted to completely different dudes, so there's never any element of competition or jealousy. This sums up my current vapid pop culture fascinations, luckily subsiding because the weather is on the up.

It's been years since I owned a television and when presented with the many selections of streamed programming I will choose the absolute worst at all times for no reason. Like a vegan who binges on bacon flavored Peeps.

I wonder if this is read at all (I don't do stats), and if it is how it comes across, like the listing of books yesterday being more of a genuine cross section, evidence of my non-literariness and late-to-the-game bestseller selection. It should also be noted that I'm in a phase rejecting the Canadian narrative which makes me feel slightly disloyal, like I should punish myself by reading Surfacing eighteen times in succession.

I'm going to put some pants on and jam. Later.