And I mean flushed in the non-bathroom sort of way

Weighing my pockets with stones of longing

Especially when those days are Saturday and Sunday.

They always come crawling back

Oh, the many joys that flossing brings...

I only noticed it because she tried to cover it up. It somehow made work at that school less awful that morning.

Went out with the Jean Macé profs -- Jean Louis made a really awful joke about being handicapped which I think sent Karine home early, and didn't believe me when I decided "to hell with it" to tell him how many times I'd danced on the table we were eating at. I laughed with the carefree feeling of having it off my chest and being no worse off for it. I guess that's the beauty of looking boring. Ate fabulously and had JPS.

On eating at a fancy restaurant that you used to only go to really drunk, back when it was a seedy club at 6:33 p.m.