tell me a mitzi

so many things, such strong emotions. first, went to the oral surgeon and had to wait forever, but i didn't really mind because i had a good book. unfortunately, on my way to work was feeling around with my tounge and it sure felt like there were more stitches in there.. ch said i was crazy, with my ghost stitches, but then i got out our mirror and sure enough, he missed some. so i have to wake up extra early AGAIN tomorrow. somebody kill me. it's like pulling teeth.

luckily there was a staples on the ground floor of the building, so i stopped in to buy me a new ream of paper (can you believe i used up a whole ream? i thought single people couldn't possibly use that much paper- or perhaps, i just don't know college students who keep their printers working that long- but that's what fiction writing will do to you) and i thought i'd get the labels for the v-day mailer to surprise ch. i called him on the way to the sears tower, and he laughed and said he'd called earlier to ask if i could pick some up on the way in. it's not like we'd even talked about needing them yesterday. really, we do share the same brain.

so then when i got into work, he asked me if i was still looking for a cat. not his cat, he said. a cute little 7 month old grey spotted kitten- the sweetest cat ever. he said, "the palestinian one-night-stand i had last night is moving to a cat free place, and he needs to find a good home for her, because he really loves her. i said, i know a lesbian who i bet would like her. and you know lesbians and cats. i think lesbians invented cats." so ch talks about me after sex. HE better not during. that would be way too wierd. but anyway, it's looking good for me to be getting the worlds most adorable kitty named mitzi. i told ch about the book we had when we were little, tell me a mitzi. i told him 2 of them. he was charmed.

z had all these crying faces on her away message last night, and when i asked mom about it, she said z's little sister had died in this terrible car accident. it's really just awful. she called me today, sounding very put together like she had a lot to organize, and sent flowers to the services- and she's flying up, too. luckily lovely purple irises are in season- the delta phi epsilon flower, don't you know. it's made me moody, thinking about it- the friends i have far away who are much too alive to die, who i'd take off work to fly to the funeral of, and wondering about ones whom we have no friends in common- imagining one day getting a letter back like brokeback mountain.

so the book i was reading this morning in the waiting room was girls in pants, the third ann brashares book. and i was thinking of jamie on my commute home today, because i was crying pretty steadily on the train. i have no remorse. i am not ashamed to read them in public. they are not cheezy. they are charming. so there. i have no food in the house, or nothing that i both can and want to eat, so i ordered from blue elephant. and that way i could finish it right away.

so now i've mopped up and am typing to you, with my turreen of lime jello in front of me. doctor says no nuts or nachos for 6 more weeks, and gave me a "squirt gun" to clean my holes out with. someday i will tell you the story of bethany and ruth during bvs training. maybe tomorrow. and i know, there's still that meme of kiras. but not right now. right now i have to pay these bills. xmas gifts come due. thank goodness i worked that party.