Naked is Not An Option

The night before a reading is always like the night before a date. I stand in front of my closet packed with clothes and say "I have nothing to wear." I have nothing to read. That's what it feels like.

Two of the readers perform their poetry and most of the audience will be their people, so my vanilla anxiety is in full effect.

Swung by the Victoria's Secret sale today and picked up a few things. Went through my drawers and tossed out all the maternity underwear and 38Ds. Bub-bye ugly undergarments.