I'm in
Kaylie's lavender room, admiring her bed frame draped in Christmas lights and the collection of movies on her shelf. I'm wearing a recently purchased maxi dress from
etsy and enjoying Sufjan Stevens' genius. I am thinking about the chemistry between Zach Galifinakis and Robert Downey Jr. in
Due Date and creating a blog and not about school or subject tests or application essays. That means it's Friday night. That means the writer's block I often encounter on Monday afternoons is gone. This moment, even in its simplicity and uncertainty, this moment of Swedish Fish,
Sofia's Song, and no writer's block is me.
