I bought a paper book. Of poetry.

I feel really artsy. It could be the massive amounts of OTC cold and flu medicine I'm taking, but SHINY. Or possibly "super green tea with berry extract" has psychological effects. Either way, I'm reading a paper book of poetry which was delivered yesterday---I love e-books, but even I couldn't imagine reading poetry on my iPad.

And if you like modern poetry at all (I generally don't), you should check out Franz Wright. He's Donald Hall--ish, if you like Donald Hall. Who doesn't like Donald Hall?

I will remember this as the flu that I spent drinking green tea curled up with a box of Kleenex and this book of poetry. I may have to burn the book afterwards though.