Me Reading Stuff

Greetings from a rare Saturday night in the shittiest part of Beverly Hills. Today my athletic neighbor caught two people having sex behind my car in our parking garage and got really concerned about it. Then I made really disgusting orange chicken for dinner. And later my cat threw up. And my feet are abnormally cold. Anyway, something about this combo of events made me realize tonight was as good as any for a ME READING STUFF check-in. So here I am, reading to you about the end of the world as envisioned by Czeslaw Milosz. Maybe a bee was circling those two people behind my car? One never knows, Robyn