lluviaestelar asked: It's three in the morning, which is significant because last time I was awake at three in the morning I almost quit my job (which I still might do, you never know) and I woke up to see if my roommate was back or not, because we both live where we work and I know, JUST KNOW, she is going to skip out on her shift tomorrow, and so I was outside, mumbling to myself because her car isn't here, and decided to walk to the mailbox because how tragically poetic is it to hope that the there is mail at three in the morning when you are barefoot outside wearing the christmas pajamas you wore when you were ten years old, except then they came down to your feet and now they are just a t-shirt? And the sad thing is, I wasn't even expecting the book, no, I was hoping for my new SHOWER CURTAINS. And then I opened the mailbox and gave a shriek, because my package was NOT lost, and Maryland was NOT too far from New York, and I ran inside because how awful would be to get mugged at three in the morning in christmas pajamas, and now I am here, typing this up for you in the dark, and being so giddy and proud and elated that I already texted a few sleeping friends and told them they HAD to borrow the book I just got.

So. Thank you. All of you. Including the little Pomeranian reading the book on the Tumblr dashboard.

(I totally give stacks of mail a knowing side-eye after this. YOU. YOU! I KNOW WHERE YOU GO NOW.)

(Next time we will ship by Pomeranian.)