in other news, i am completely amped on coffee right now and typing as fast as i can as they have only given us a half hour for lunch and this mightily sucks.

it is very lonely and sad living alone in seattle in a two bedroom apt with three cats and like, no money. this weekend i spent most of my time watching movies that i knew ahead of time would make me cry. this i think was very good.

what was better, however, was talking to niki for as long as i did. niki is a wonder, and honest, and amazing, and smart.

and that is how i gush about my friends.

i made her a wicked good/sad mix cd to try to communicate to her what i was talking about this weekend, through song.

now, i just cracked myself up because what i really wanted to say was i tried to communicate what i was talking about to her, through interpretive dance. because that would be so much cooler.

but anyway, niki called me at one am last night and she was PISSED OFF and i was like PREACH ON SISTER and we were angry ladies, i am telling you.

then we were surly ladies.

then we were merely sleepy ladies.

but we were SLEEPY LADIES FULL OF PISS AND VINEGAR.

oh, mostly right now i wish we were sleepy ladies full of piss and vinegar who are taking naps, but that's just me.

i got all of an hour and a half of sleep this morning before work and the whole time i dreamt about falling in love and the classified ads.

the lady conducting this meeting that i have to go back to is not so much filled with piss and vinegar as she is filled with pep pills and corporate rhetoric. it rules.

this is, i think, if i am remembering right, the absolute worst entry ever.

oh ps--my brother read what i have of the "book" i am working on and he totally loves it, so i am wicked pumped.