imaginarycircus

So I left the coffee shop and stopped at home to drop off my laptop and make faces at the Wooster cat. I found a letter from our state dept. of revenue saying we owe them more than $4k--a lot more. I panicked thinking I had screwed up the taxes so I called David. Except I noticed the taxes in question were from 2006. We did not live in MA during any part of 2006. Error! We figured out that a bank had the wrong address on file for us that year and so we'll have to call or send a letter and we do not actually owe this money. Hello, near myocardial infarction.

Then I headed to Harvard Square to meet lucullean in person finally. On the way there I ran into a guy I know from the coffee shop who is a biochemist and has developed a new drug for Alzheimers. Then I bumped into another friend from the coffee shop who is doing a joint JD/Master's in Public Health. And then I met up with lucullean who is on her way to being a brilliant doctor--and is also gorgeous. These people all amaze me.

Burdick's has a new thing--a strawberry roulade. It's basically a strawberry shortcake and is lovely and very light. I seem to be craving strawberries a lot lately. Good thing it is June.

I overheard a come to Jesus talk at the coffee shop this afternoon. There is an old lady, she's a regular, who is kind of ornery and she met with a girl who looked at least 30. The old lady was telling her all the hard truths about why the younger woman's life was so FUBAR--not the least of which is that she took student loans that fall due while she is still in school and she has no way to pay them--but she is trying to get a job as a waitress. Or something. I can be amazingly nonsensical, but even I have my shit more together than this woman. And that's terrifying.

I'm very rambly. Sorry.