fragmentary

Another appointment, another kind of medication. Now I am not so zombified, but we shall see how it goes. Always waiting. I wonder if I believe any of this will work.

Someone stole my water bottle. I am quite sad.

Craig taught our Czech class today, Hana is somewhere at a doctor's. I wonder if Patrick is sick again.

The alarm this morning sent me into a panic of epic proportions. This can't be normal.

Perhaps a week ago, someone climbed the gate at the front of the apartment complex and planted a tiny American flag on top. I wave to it every time I drive in or out.

The weather is nicer, colder. I like the cold bright days.

I cried on the phone with my mother, something I haven't really done about anything serious in a long time.

I should go to class now.

lay me down

Came home and discovered my genius roommate left a glass of water on the table for her unruly cat to knock over. Narrowly missed Melynda's laptop. Brilliant. If the computer had been damaged, it would have been a race to see which of us killed her first.

Worried a bit about Melynda, something is going on. I'll talk to her tomorrow afternoon.

My hips ache from a long day at work. Much rearranging of cookbooks and and the display table. I like the cookbook section. Of all the work I do, it's the only part that makes me really happy. The cookbooks are my friends.

Craig made us sing "Holka Modrooka" today.

Think I'll watch the news on mute, and put on a cd. I listened to Appetite for Destruction in my car, today and yesterday. Perfect music for the bright clear air. I turn it up loud and sing along, because I still know all those words. A part of me, that music.

Patrick sent me an Edith Wharton book I've not seen before. French Ways and Their Meaning. She spent a great deal of time as an ex-pat, so it's probably quite interesting.

I shouldn't stay up too late but I probably will anyways, because I'm just like that. So much I want to do, so little time, so little money. *sigh* I feel like a sigh, all drawn out with the ache.