baby stick a fork in me
Friday 30 March 2007 | I like a cookie
because I am done. I’m supposed to let Hawaii know my decision today but I’m just going to avoid all possibilities of communication and stall for time, which should be easy enough, because it’s my birthday! and I’m off to see the Cool Psychiatrist and then do something else with the Brujo which I don’t know what it is yet but I’m sure it will be nice. Still not a blessed peep from Tucson, though I had a weird phone call from the State School in which the department secretary made noises about a TAship; I asked for confirmation in writing. In happier news, I got five nine birthday emails! and two calls! ranging from the amusing (”I made this email myself!” and my parents singing a tuneless chorus) to the quietly heartrending. Pyewacket’s rubbing my face frantically with her staticky black nose-itching fur and I must run. Love to you all on this bleak gray late-winter day (it had the nerve to snow yesterday today)—
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