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Am whacked on painkillers. Thank you doctor I cannot mention in front of piperki! Sweetie, you should stop reading this now.


My day went like this:

1. Woke up and fretted because toes are bloody, infected, and ingrown and the doctor was going to stab them and am anticipating the horrible. Fretted so much I did not make coffee. I know there is something weird with the way I am writing but I am too out of it to do anything about it. (WHA? On the TV someone just said something about a "lovely poisoned salad." Or maybe I hallucinated that?)

2. Called taxi, got in taxi, stopped at ATM, took half a valium to avoid anxiety attack at doctor, got to doctor's office. Filled out paperwork. Realized I am the only patient under the age of 60 in the waiting room. Realized I am the only patient not speaking Hebrew. Hello, Riverdale!

3. Saw doctor. He was cool and FAST. Last podiatrist was slow as molasses, which was like torture. The novacaine is always the worst part. Have toes (sorry Piperki! I'm assuming you stopped reading anyway.) wrapped in huge bandages like clown toes. I know that doesn't make sense, but it does sort of?

3a. The receptionist called the taxi for me and asked me where I was going, so she could relay it to them. After she got off the phone we had a really odd exchange in which her enthusiasm scared me.

Receptionist: Wow, Sarah Lawrence is really good school!
me: *nodnod*
her: Isn't it like the most expensive school there is?
me: ... um ... I don't know. Maybe for undergrads. But I don't think so.
her: Well, it is like top 5 right? I swear I read that somewhere. Where did I read that?
me: *blank stare of valium and confusion*
her: But it is a very good school. Good for you! What are you studying? My brother took a creative writing course there.
me: yep, writing. I'm finishing the Masters of Fine Arts writing degree next week.
her: wow! That is amazing. Such a great school you go to! That is just great!
me: um, ok, thanks, I have to go away now. *flees*

4. Got in second taxi and went to Bronxville for shitload of coffee to offset the valium. Chatted with annoying fellow MFA guy who graduated last year. Found out he is still annoying and his fiance left him and is marrying someone else on the day they were supposed to get married. HA! Was delighted and realize God, I am a bitca. (Was watching Buffy DVDs again yesterday.)

4a. Took third taxi with sad feet.

5. Went to class. Was so stoned I slumped on the table at one point. Class was four hours long...

6. At 10pm shuffled out to tired husband's car and went home. Watched husband crawl into bed like hibernating bear.

7. Posted long unintelligible post on lj.

8. Realized there is only one week of grad school left.

9. felt sad. went to pass out.

9a. came back and edited post.