have i mentioned that on tuesday i cleaned off my desk at work? i haven't, because i spent most of the time since then wallowing in my own illness-y misery. but i did. so good for me.
j-ann said, "are you getting your period soon? is that why you're nesting?"
"no," i said, "that's not why. it was just time."
(i inherited this desk clutter from alice my take-no-shit boss, who left the clinic (& my desk) in october 2001. the clutter wasn't really a mess, just a group of file folders in one of those file-folder sorters you can get at staples to put on your desk so all your folders have a place to hang out. that thing.)
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:i am almost finished with lolita & then will be, again, out of things to read. i'm probably going to the library tomorrow (dearicka, don't forget to tell the library that you moved), so you should send me reading lists if you are that kind of person.
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:here is what happened to me at broad & high streets today:
waddling man: what's your name?
ericka: it's sara.
wm: sara? [extending hand for shaking] i'm jason.
ericka: [deciding handshake has gone on a creepily long amount of time, but trying to be polite] how are you?
jason: i'm fine. sara, i just want to be your cary grant. [ericka drops the handshake] i want to be your gary cooper. [pause] sara, i want to be the charming man who sweeps you off your feet. [looks down at ericka's feet] i love your feet. your feet are terrific.
ericka: that's awfully sweet. but i should tell you that i'm married.
jason: you're married. well, you still look terrific.
now! do not be angry at me for the technicality. i am as good as married & that is that.
anyway when i came home & told bean about it she said, "that same guy hit on me at a different bus stop! & i think i also told him i was married" so it is okay, i am not the first one.
anyway after a few minutes he came up to me again & said, "sara, you're abracadabra."
