Last night, Junot Diaz said he would look for my blog, so he could read about the crazy lady. He even signed my copy of Drown “To Amanda who met the crazy lady!” The whole thing - and other assorted happinesses - left me so giddy, I couldn’t sleep.
In a few hours, I’m going to a Fashion Week media event with a co-worker. And then worktime. I need to churn out pages and pages of writing this weekend for the cash money and self-actualization, yo.
