So, I've set myself this writing task(... I've been thinking about it rather than writing so far...) where I describe the first time I met someone without referring to myself. And I realized just how self-centered I am!! Dude, it's hard to describe people who have mattered to me without talking about how they affected me, as if the only reason they are interesting and unique is because they did something that I took note of and felt affected by!

Anyhow, I dare you to try writing a piece that starts, "The first day I met you..." and then doesn't include reference to yourself.

Oh, and I've been laughing all day to myself due to an email sent to me by my beloved ER where she described the awesome spelling endeavors of my goddaughter. Kids are so perfect!

I promise to write at length this weekend about (a) everything you never knew you wanted to know about chickens, which I've learned entirely from books and so is entirely abstract at this point, and (b) my Chicago trip, and (c) all the friends I got to spend time with, and (d) the prevalence and recurrence of douche-bags or former douche-bags related to my douchey past on the streets/buildings of Chicago, and (e) how I alternate between fiercely loving NM and truly, absolutely wanting to wring her neck (ah, true bluff) and how this probably makes me a rotten friend sometimes.

Until then, parting is such sweet sorrow. In deed.