I love filling out forms. Oh my, I love it. I just realized this. There is something really soothing about entering your name and address and social security number, with a really great pen. It might be the only time I actually physically write anymore, save crazy notes to myself (see: things like BEARD THING!!!!!! or: GET UP 7 WED / ALL) so it’s also a nice time to pretend like I still have the controlled, cute handwriting of an eclectic sorority girl. Peaceful. Mmm, forms.