this morning i took the bus
north instead of south, to fetch the buick from the garage. s/he is still in need of a name but no now longer has a split lip.
please pronounce "garage" in a snooty way, "GARE-ahhj."
all week j-ann has been on vacation, driving to & fro texas to pick up a new puppy. the puppy's name is lefty. j-ann's absence means that i have to do both my job & hers every day, when already each of us is doing the job of maybe 2� women. but lately the afternoons at the clinic have been so still. i spend my mornings running around without stopping to eat or pee, & then my afternoons knitting in the office upstairs, watching all my children & then hours of food tv.
but this is only the modified calm before the terrible storm, because next weekend 0per@t!0n $@ve Amer!�@ is coming to town (& i am paranoid about being found through a google search, obviously) & then for a week my life will be fundamentalists making human chains by fastening their arms together with kryptonite locks, special duty police officers, bullhorns, propaganda, media coverage, harrassment, taking a different route home every day from work.
& then it will be bean's birthday. there are plans of a secret nature.
also, tomorrow dr b____ will remove my stitches. i have really come to like my stitches, actually, as they make me feel slightly less human in a loveable, cinematic way, like Frankenstein's Monster, or Sally in a nightmare before christmas.
ps, all day what has been going through my head is this: rubor, calor, tumor, dolor.
ps,ps, my brother just used the word "lycanthropy" in casual conversation, lending credence to the hypothesis that yes there probably IS something genetic about it.
