? madison, the non-lover cat, has been curled up at my feet most of night as i sit here typing and typing and typing some more. it’s making me feel so at home, like i haven’t been for ages, that my throat gets a little cloggy thinking about it.
? there’s a chance that we’ll find out the gender of sister #3’s baby on friday.
? “i’ll never be your maggie may, the one you loved and left behind.”
? mocha mud pie ice cream.
? life feels as though it’s getting back to normal, though that might all change when i go back to work tomorrow.
? it thrills me to NO end when i see names from the westernerd message board pop up in the comments here.
? i had a heaping plate of vegetables for dinner tonight.
? there are plans for a post-loft grumpfest on thursday and those always make my heart sing with glee.
? dude, did you know that i saw paul westerberg THREE TIMES this weekend?
? putting my cold fingers in that warm hollow near my collarbone.
? i have a new short story idea, and that makes my stomach jumpy with the potential that it might actually turn out well.
? this exchange last night in front of the pantages:
“now, that’s what i’m talking about. i want me a real woman like that. come here baby, and talk to me,” he said.
“sorry, i’m late,” i said and smiled at him, because saying “sorry scary man in front of the theater i will not come talk to you about my real womanhood,” didn’t sound like a good idea.
? the words, as you can see, have returned. i can’t seem to stop typing.