five thousand shades of blue
Tuesday, April 17, 2001
The ironic thing, as I re-read yesterday's masterpiece of morbidity, is that the dentist used to be something I looked forward to, too. I didn't have my first cavity 'til I was in college.
I was at my parents', and
Julie and
Martha were there. Julie was making egg omelettes, but I didn't have the heart to tell her that one egg apiece was too small. Then I thought, "I'd better cut myself off a hunk of cheese for my omelette," and I used a knife that . Then, a man and a woman who are regular customers at the café were at the kitchen table at my parents' house, and I got them each a cup of coffee. They were happy about that.
??? I have no idea what that means. It was, however, the best night sleep I've had in over a week.
is
this just not enough…?
