2002-04-28 :: 3:12 a.m.

more happiness

Soundtrack: none

Today was lazy and easy, spent eating Fruit-Rollups and Handi-Snacks while watching my roommates play video games. Miriam and Nick and I got pay-per-view porn on a whim, laughed a bunch, and then Nick and I headed to Sarah H's party, where I had a goodly dose of tequila and a bit of beer.

I suppose that just beyond a perfect stranger telling you that s/he dug the reading (which, however ugly and self-backpatting it may sound, happened tonight, and I was just touched -- which is weak word, but I can't think of better at the moment), what touches me most of all is hearing someone else's middle school stor[y/ies]. Marjon said to me tonight that "good authors don't make fans of their readers, they make friends." It's a good quote; she's rather proud of it. I came home to IM's from my sister about her friends loving the reading, and an email from a very smart and obviously unpopular guy from my Worldviews class about his own middle school story, a girl named Ashley. How can I not smile just to think of "This Boy" sitting and spinning in these people's minds? These people will remember Kate Sever just as I remember Kate Sever. It is so beautiful.

Every night should end with a kiss.