I broke down and went to McDonalds today in sorrow over missing the delivery of my mattress and having some understandably snotty man tell me via telephone that I would have to wait until Saturday to *get a goddamn bed*. Thus, this brief conversation at McD's:

"Do you want that drink in a bag?" (formal, oh so formal)

"Ummmmmmmmm. No. I'll just tuck it in with the other stuff."

"Wey-ale. We got a soda bag. I'll just put it in there."

She then proceeds to take out a special plastic baggy that has extra grip on the inside to prevent tippage.

"You've got a 'soda bag'?!" (This is me, I am starting to slowly smile).

The woman, who has her arm in a cast and has to this point seemed very tired/bedraggled, looks up at me, looks back down, and slowly starts...

"Ya-ah, girl. We's comin' up in d'world."

...to grin. Oh, glory.

*****

The following was written to me by my advisor, who I've been endearingly skirmishing with (now moved on to teasing) via email in response to the realization that I want to be a little more experimental and theoretical than we hitherto had agreed upon:

"In the end there is no writing without writing

(I think G Stein said this)

(just kidding)."

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, her name is Anne and I have so many friend Anne's in my life that I should have juuuuuust known.

*****

Somehow a conversation evolved into a German translation with the word "hatchet" in it. When going back in review, it turns out that Babel Fish translated something in the phrase "the week has to hurry itself" into the word "hatchet."

Why does all this make me so damn happy? Giddy?