Why are you so cool?!

Dear wild-the-wolf,

Oh, you don’t even know the half of it. Here’s how cool I am: I got an invite to the People Magazine cocktail party during Book Expo this week, and because I’ve been on tour since the 26th of April and am 80% imaginary at this point, I signed books at Book Expo and then drove my car to a Whole Foods 4 miles away, bought myself a chicken leg and an avocado because I have food allergies that keep me from stuffing my face with actual food like an actual human, and then I set my cellphone timer and slept in my Mitsubishi in the Whole Foods parking garage so that I would have slightly smaller bags under my eyes while attending said cocktail party in my combat boots and the same jeans I’ve been wearing for three days because I haven’t had time to do laundry since, like, last month. While there, a TV producer said, “ok, tell me about your life,” and I stared at her for about two minutes before saying “I’ve been living in a barn while at Book Expo.”

How cool am I?

I’m that cool.

urs,

Stiefvater