i seem to harbor the belief that i can really DO something for a person who is undergoing a painful medical procedure 6000 miles away by staying up until 6 a.m., drinking half a bottle of rum, smoking half a pack of cigarettes, and watching three hours of "family ties."

oh god, was i hungover today. whew. but i did drunkenly make my father breakfast at 5:30 a.m., and that was fun. hope he didn't notice the way i was slinging those eggs.

i have read three patricia cornwell novels in the past two weeks. two of them i have read in eight hours, taking the appropriate food and bathroom breaks.

also, today, i recognized my subway employee from seeing her picture in the local paper, and i introduced myself to her. i think she's really fun. she just moved to our town a year ago but somehow managed to be popular at my school. probably because she's impossibly cute and exotic (i.e., not from iowa).

bored bored. maybe will go to town after all.