16 March 2003 - 3:11 a.m.

How did I miss an update on the ides of March, my favorite day of the year, LitFest, my 2.5 year aniiversary of bliss with the Gus, and some all-around great Hollins moments?

I don't even give a shit about anonymity tonight. The whole world might as well know that RHW Dillard and Cathy Hankla bought us contrabandesque beer tonight. And then other stuff happened. I don't think I even want to talk about what the lecherous visiting writer said to me, or who who was there to defend my honor, or what I drank or what happened last night.

I will say I ate Wedding Soup today. Because, my friends, life is good.

I'm 23 and I feel sixteen for the first time in my life. Go fig. No, don't you dare. Leave me alone to let it all sink in.

What I'm wearing: A supertight blue dress

What I'm reading: And the rain beats on my roof

What I'm doing after this: Effusing