Went over to visit Miranda last night. Hung out with her for a while while I was working. Laptop was on my lap, she had herself in her usual spot, perched on my stomach between my arms, her head resting on my left arm. I did most of the typing with my right hand.
Fast forward some number of hours. I wake up, it’s 4:15am, the lights are still on, as are my pants. The laptop is cold on my lap, and Miranda is curled up with her head nestled under my chin.
I SMS’ed Leila telling her Miranda exhaled chloroform. I wasn’t joking.
Went on another ride today. Went the same route that Peter and I rode on Sunday, but finished in 1.5 hours instead of 2.5. I was beat on Sunday, and sluggish and tired Monday. I feel just about as tired today, but I expect to be a lot worse off tomorrow. We’ll see 
What the dreadlocked checkout clerk said to me at Whole Foods today. He’d totaled my purchase and I, unsure whether or not I had enough cash or if I was going to have to use my debit card, emptied out the contents of my pockets and counted out all the money I had. I had exactly enough.
This morning I was reading Cat’s Cradle while you ran around your apartment stressed out, trying to get everything done, everything ready, everything packed.
I’m back here now, keeping Miranda company, watching those episodes of My So Called Life I missed when I went to Norway.
The first episode I watch (”On The Wagon”), there’s mention of a karass and they’re talking about teams doing God’s work, etc.
During the next episode (”So-Called Angels”), a friend is browsing my mp3s and says:
<tberman> holy crap
<tberman> i havnt even thought about juliana hatfield in years
and I ask you who would be guest starring on this episode (and on screen, singing, at that exact moment)? Yup.
as our scene opens, Chris stands at a coffeeshop counter, a male barista (MB) works his magic at the espresso machine. A female barista (FB) walks up to the cash register.
FB to man standing behind Chris: you having your double americano?
Man: uh, yeah
FB: and you (points at Chris). You’re having (looks over at the drink MB is preparing) a soy… iced… latte?
Chris: yes
FB: single or double?
Chris looks questioningly at MB: I… don’t know.
FB turning to MB: single or double?
MB: oh him? he’s having a double.
FB turning back to Chris: You’re having a double.
Chris: I guess so.
hairdresser n. (hârdr
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The only man I will let trim my eyebrows and ear hair.
