eating lasagna as i recover from a telephone beat-down by one of my authors. wishing for a new job. no more academic books. no more marketing. i'm overwhelmed and disinterested. i want magazine work. or housewifery. or both. meltdown is ensuing. i took a sick day yesterday, and spent a relaxing morning reading ellis's lunar park and doing mag research, and then spent the afternoon food shopping and cooking. ambrosia salad & panini sandwiches & baked eggplant. i may not enjoy cohabitation, but i'm getting into this whole domesticity thing.

i've been keeping busy outside of work as well. last thursday, michael and i muddled our way to a church in jersey city to hear tris mccall do a solo gig on a grand piano in the sanctuary. i loved watching his arms and shoulders vibrate with the pressures of the restraint he was showing...keeping himself from headbanging the ivories and losing his glasses. friday i headed down to the union square farmer's market and picked me up some maple candy and then walked down to bluestockings with roslyn, for the bitchfest reading. quite the turnout. then, headed home to sneak the cats into the condo and lost sleep because of gizmo's incessant crying throughout the night. which meant that we were too tired the next evening to go to that outer space-themed costume party in the city. even though i already bought silvery clothing and green makeup and stuff. and i had a whole vision.

last night, my mother told me my tummy was looking pudgy, and then we drove to callanetics in leonia and class was canceled. i had a melona bar instead. i was going to go to the gym after work today, but now i'm just feeling depressed.

dena and i are taking line dancing lessons on saturday.

and michael shrunk two of my shirts and lost the button off another one. how cliche is that?

and all my bloodwork came back normal.

and a. wants to buy us a new refrigerator.

and...hmmm...i can't remember.