1/ I’m cruising the streets of New York, looking for my favourite smokers.

2/ I’ve taken up smoking Black & Milds to ease the stress but never more than one per week. There’s those pesky lungs to look out for.

3/ I’ve been reading the same Margaret Atwood novel, The Handmaid’s Tale, for the entire month of September and into October.

4/ I haven’t been excited for the academic year like my usual self but find my courses to be most challenging. The illogical Logic at 10 a.m. on Mondays and Wednesdays keeps me on my toes. Those same nights, I wish I had a terrible sinus infection so my French pronounciation would be “très bon.” On Tuesday, I am a revolution, a public speaker, and a scholar of film. The weekends turn me into a disgruntled editor, who just wishes she could write again, if even just a little.

5/ The air is crisp and I pulled out the blazer for its first night out on the town this Saturday.

6/ I find my thoughts wandering to nakedness and waterfalls and photographing coloured leaves and beautiful people, in particular a decidely adorable fellow.

7/ I’m craving independence, my own home, my own little space in the corner of some brownstone neighbourhood in Brooklyn or the East Village.

8/ More than any thing, I want to fill my black, graph-papered notebook with my block print but that’s proving more tasking than any thing else.

9/ I said a wise thing as the sun warmed me, my friend, and Montaque Street yesterday. “The idea is to let every thing wash over you and unconsciously allow it to change you in ways you’ve never wanted, never expected only to find that it is the most perfect fit.” I’m living how you wanted me to live. Are you proud yet?

10/ Other than that, I’ve been drinking Gin & Tonics as if it were my job, while secretly craving whiskey. These pangs of a whiskey reunion were satisfied the first weekend of October.