June 11, 2010 1:35 AM

Big bummer: I lost my favorite sweater, the one with tiny umbrella on the chest and the hole in the arm. But ya'll carried me, anyway, to my own corner. How sweet. I'll get over it. But there's nothing worse than having the ground quiver beneath you unexpectedly in the simplest, most dependable things.

I find it totally remarkable that this person I know always returns my calls. In my world people usually don't think leaving you hanging is impolite; thus it makes her appear especially considerate. Three days from three days from now, maybe. Though I know it's impossible it still thrills me.