left work early on friday...sick as a dog. spent the rest of friday getting sick and sleeping, and slept on saturday. no chores done but sunday i managed to get to the grocery store. this is when it hits me that it is a little sucky living alone... 'cause when you're sick, you still have to do everything yourself. my elbow is beginning to bug me too. i think it's stress plus the repetitive activity i do at work. tell me something new, ariel, tell me something new...

warm and raining outside. grey and lonely cello sounding. bringing up those good sad tears. the kind that come when laughing takes a sharp turn south. we all need a good sob every now and then. fit it in the appointment book, tuck it between the pages of the dusty book of poems, eliot's prufrock lovesong...