Monthly Archives: April 2005

(Transcribed from my notebook, in which I wrote this while waiting to board a plane.) I’m sitting here in a busy airport, waiting. Of everything I hate about flying, I hate the waiting the most. Waiting in line, waiting in … Continue reading →

I apparently have costochondritis again, and the other night, P. and I were on the futon watching TV (again) and I was whining about my chest pain (yes, again) and P. wondered if maybe the futon was making it worse. … Continue reading →

It’s been a hectic and stressful week, but one thing has remained clear: coffee, above all else, is the necessary component of life. I’m addicted and yet I can’t bring myself to be sufficiently alarmed to do anything about it. … Continue reading →