dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

ordinary day

I'm two hours into the ghost editing, and it's going well, but I'm having a hard time physically. I want to go to a particular library where I feel really comfortable with the height of the tables and chairs.

It only took two pokes this morning, and three vials of my blood were taken for tests. Thursday the doctor will tell me what the tests found out, as long as promised faxes are faxed.

Erik's starting taxes this evening. He just threw everything into the middle of the livingroom floor. "Threw" being the key term there.

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