happy

i. i got an issue of McSweeney's in the mail yesterday, and it was so beautiful, an artifact of the present.
ii. i tried to leave the house without shoes on today, and i didn't realize it until i was out in the hall.
iib. and the shoes i ended up wearing are airwalks flip-flops covered with little fluorescent stars. i debated whether these were work-appropriate, and then decided i didn't care.

there are things that are making me feel stabby, too, but they can mainly be summarized by saying: "work work work worky mcwork." and that doesn't benefit us, much.