since i finished Maile Meloy’s Half in Love, had eaten nothing but toast and peanut butter for two days, and played enough Bejeweled 2 to leave me in a coma, the time had come. i had to either a.) clean my apartment, b.) start my short story that’s due in 26 hours, or c.) go to the grocery store. picking the lesser of three evils, i went to the grocery store. it was uneventful. though Freya, the 60something cashier said “i do envy you your height.” i smiled and said thank you. then while i was bagging my groceries i wanted to lean over and tell her “i envy you your ability to go to any clothing store on the planet and buy clothes.” but i didn’t say that because she was really sweet and she said she remembered me from last time. and who doesn’t like to be remembered?