Last night my boyfriend and I went out with our very good friends M & A. We went down to Acton MA to hear John Ashbery receive the Robert Creeley poetry prize. He's quite old and you could hear how labored his breathing was through the microphone. That always gets to me - I'm really scared of getting older and the people I love (especially my parents) getting older... In any case, Ashbery is not my favorite poet but he was good. I don't think I realized how funny he could be. I'm glad to have gone and heard him. A couple student poets won prizes too. The students really took me back to when I was in high school and really getting into poetry for the first time and how seriously I took it and how grand it was. If I was 16 again, I would have totally been in love with one of the student poets with his shaggy hair and smooth voice and pretty words. As it is, I almost felt inspired by the whole thing - which I was what I hoped for most since it's been so long since I've felt inspired at all. We'll see what, if anything, comes from that. On the way home, we stopped at Skip's Restaurant in Chelmsford (http://www.skipsrestaurant.com/index.html) where we sat at the counter and had pie. I love old places like that, where the waitresses have worked there forever and the customers have come there forever and they have the best pie. I so wish there was a really good old fashioned diner close to where I live. I had strawberry rhubarb with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. My boyfriend had Boston cream pie, which I still say is cake.

It's actually snowing again here. Not enough to be anything really but still (like we don't have enough still stuck to the ground...)

54 days until the Cure concert.

I could really go for a nap...