So much of my life is out of control right now, in ways that I’m emotionally incapable of handling. Everything feels dishonest and things that should be steps forward suddenly & unexpectedly feel like mini bandaids over giant burn wounds. And honestly my instinct is to do something that doesn’t look self-destructive from the outside, but so plainly is to the point that it would maybe momentarily soothe the burns, but it would ruin all the bandaids, and this metaphor is getting convoluted.
I need to wake up early to do some design work that I’ve been putting off all week. Then I have to go to work 230 to 11 because Halloween. And for the first time in forever, I don’t even want to go to work.
I went to Neil Gaiman’s reading. I met one of my favorite authors as he signed a first edition of his new book, and I shamelessly name-dropped someone we both know.
And he asked for a hug.
One of the people I most admire and respect in this world hugged me today.
I said “Thank you. For every book, for every word,” as he then signed my copy of Good Omens.
And I walked home grinning like an idiot, resisting the urge to read Ocean as I walked because getting hit by a car would have been a foolish way to end the day.