I think it took me something like four tries over five days to write a fifty word abstract last week. I am looking at a summer somehow already like a third gone. Writing is thinking and I don’t want to show up at the end of it having not thought at all. Putting words on pages is hard. For the last week, putting lunch in my stomach was hard too. I caught some kind of stomach virus, low-level nauseated for seven days, I didn’t want coffee in the morning or wine at night and certainly nothing like lunch in the middle. But today feels better. Today is a day to start again. Smashburger for my usual: grilled chicken on a chipotle bun with pepper jack cheese and jalapenos with a side of fries. Always makes me want a candy bar.


According to my Facebook memories, yesterday was the four year anniversary trip to the Smashburger across the street from the library. I wasn’t at work so had to wait to celebrate until today. It’s as buttery and delicious as ever.

It’s summer and I still have to grab fast food in the twenty minutes between a meeting and refdesk? God.

Suffused with anxiety, don’t quite know the culprit, but definitely soothed by mainlining a chicken sandwich and fries. Smashburger. It’s my favorite place in New York.

I had forty minutes to swallow a sandwich between my desk shift and the union meeting and god I made so many photocopies of absolutely the wrong thing.

I had free fries coupons burning a hole in my pocket, just burning right through it. The good, good life. Free fries. Free fries! How could I say no.

K. keeps me in foods, it turns out, so there I was at the end of my refdesk shift and Smashburger was the best option and it was delicious. For some reason we all got tons of coupons for free fries. Guess I have to go back tomorrow.