November 21–28, 2005 — Until I find someone new

After the doctor said I could leave, I went to see E        . The bus to the clinic had passed within a block of her house. I walked back along the bus route, calling from a coffee shop, from the same phone I always used to call from.

I’d emailed the day before and we’d decided to meet for dinner since I’d be so close by. I’d forgotten her house number, but I recognized her house. I already forget whether I knocked or whether there was... [ more ]

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November 1–21, 2005 — Paying per pill
September 26–October 31, 2005 — Cankers and medallions
September 23–25, 2005 — Foreign languages
September 1–22, 2005 — Finally, a career
August 1–31, 2005 — The toxic kind
June 30–July 31, 2005 — Battered limbs
June 29, 2005 — Powdered bleach

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Making plans to inflate an air mattress in the kitchen because jackhammering begins outside her window at 9am. 1:18 PM Feb 2nd

On the appropriateness of suggesting to someone that bicycle helmets do not belong on Eames chairs, yours or otherwise. Also, adulthood? 5:35 PM Feb 1st

"Why haven't you removed the single bead from your toque?" "I kind of like it." "So today's the day I learn you're into hippie flair, then?" 11:58 PM Jan 30th

Sad songs, deep breaths, telling friends and strangers that everything's fine. 8:06 PM Jan 25th

And whether the air mattress's catastrophic failure two hours after inflation will cause my body to reject standing for seven hours tonight. 11:20 AM Jan 23rd

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