Elvis Costello
"So Like Candy"
Akhil Reed Amar
The Bill of Rights
Sometimes people just stun me with their perception, like this:
"This city is freighted with memories, and all of them have
become bittersweet over time."
"I have no single, straight, male, late twenties/early
thirties friends in Boston."
See Michael... I did say early thirties. I told you.
For dinner last night I had two gin martinis - straight-up, seven olives, and two pieces of toast with concord grape jam. I felt like the Edward character from one of the bedtime stories Andy tells in Generation X.
Yesterday, three people called to check on how I was doing now that Todd is engaged. I told Todd over lunch today that I was going to rent a billboard to let people know, in screaming big letters, just how little I'm affected by the whole thing. Then he reminded me that I kind of DO have a billboard in whirlygirl... so though I'll skip the tall bold print, I trust you to understand.
I delivered my first project today for lois... parts of the budget for the National Cancer Institute. It wasn't rocket science, but it did put my genetics degree to work... which would make that the first time I've used it since I sat petrified in Dr.-Robert-DeNiro-look-a-like-Zwilling's office during my Molecular Immunology 701 oral final exam.
I just keep stamping them and dropping them in little blue boxes.