And you're a grown up and still unsure.

When did Martha Stewart become Candace Bergen? I mean, not in personality or career, just looks and style and a little how she's moving, based solely on the opening sequence of her new show which I can't really articulate how much ridiculous love I had for it.. My normal post-breakfast routine includes e-mailing while watching Ellen, but they've moved it to the afternoon and I'm trying to not fall back into my addiction with The View. Luckily I've gotten over my compulsion to do things which unnecessarily raise my blood pressure.

Whoa, this show is awkward.

I have a phone meeting with my mentor this afternoon and I'm nervous. Not only about what feedback she'll give, but for some reason I'm afraid I'll accidently propose marriage. I've just been in a weird mood lately and it could make things awkward. I'm trying to seal that self-censorship door shut until at least after I graduate.

I'm almost done reading A.M. Homes The Safety of Objects which is just adding to my short story problem, as in, I don't really get short story collections, but it is still easier to read than Joyce, which I'm currently putting off and possibly avoiding. Also, I have a confession. I just think David Sedaris is okay. I feel like everyone absolutely loves him, and I certainly don't dislike him at all. I just think he's....okay. Sometimes pretty good.

Does anyone still have Sunday's New York Times and is located in Chicago and would give it to me?

You will decide if I'm all you've be waiting for

I was planning on a trip to the post office which got averted by remembering a drop box a few blocks away that has a 5 o'clock pickup (most of them around us have a final pickup at noon).

Allow me to be glib and say there are two types of people in this world: those who put their mail in the dropbox then walk away and those who must pull down the handle a second time to make sure it fell into the box before they can walk away and sleep at night.

I am of the latter.

Today I put my four envelopes into the mailbox and released. Then I reopened the lid. ONE OF THEM WAS STUCK. It did not go down. I had to flip the lid an additional time.

In that second, every choice I've ever made in my life regarding my behavior was completely and utterly validated.