01.07.17 . . . 12.08

I'm doing nothing wrong,
riding in your car,
the radio playing.
We sing up to the eighth floor.
A rooftop, Manhattan,
at one in the morning,
and you said something
that I've never forgotten.

Funny, I've never liked PJ Harvey much, but maybe I just hadn't heard the right songs. Man, Courtenay's just playing one thing after another that I really like ("Stockton Gala Days" by 10,000 Maniacs, now). I should have her sub for me every Tuesday. I'm sure she'd just love that. Oooh boy Dar Dar Dar Dar. Man, Courtenay's cool...

I don't go to therapy to find out if I'm a freak...

Chris and his wife are going to Seattle next month for a conference, and he was asking my advice about restaurants and places to visit and stuff. Talking to him about Japanese food and Indian food has made me really, really hungry. I can't believe I've only been at work for an hour and a half. I'm going to die of boredom and hunger.

And Chris is going to Seattle and I'm not. Pout. Maybe I can take another few days off before the semester starts... *plot plot plot*

Man, I've developed a deep need for veggie yaki soba. Also an accurate scale. I found out that the scale my parents got me for my birthday is something like 10 or 12 pounds off. I was tipped off yesterday when I weighed 138 at my parents' house in the morning and 155 at my house at night. Yeah. I don't think I gained 17 pounds in one day.

I'll go be hypoglycemic by myself now... and maybe actually get some more work done.

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