August 7, 2009

Lovely cool weather today. Accidentally got to work forty-five minutes early and went for a walk around Gramercy Park, which I despise and love in equal parts for its big iron gate and exclusivity.

On the stroll back to work caught a glimpse of a four-story tall mural of the movie poster for The Time Traveler’s Wife. Trailer makes the movie look appalling—too light and chick-litty and Claire seems needy and Rachel McAdams has barely perceptible red hair, which is everything. I’ll probably see it anyway, though, and then come back and write about how the book was heartbreaking and revelatory and the movie…

Just ate an entire pint of sugarplums in one sitting. Probably most likely will be sick later, but so worth it. Stone fruit is king at the moment. And I can’t get out of my head: Forgive me / they were delicious / so sweet / and so cold.