today: one of those days that a lot seemed to be accomplished in but i can recall very little of. work was very slow. we watched enterotomy videos on blair's computer. hecatomb had been acting ill so i brought her in with me; a radiograph revealed nothing unusual. she wandered around the clinic meowing and flicking her tail. it rained relentlessly. by 2pm i asked if i could leave. i had already sniveled to blair (who is one of the most pragmatic people i have ever met; to my credit, i said nothing about it until he asked how i was doing) and been curt to a snotty woman on the phone. it was probably fairly obvious that my mind was elsewhere.
i went and spent several hundred dollars on a bed, among other things. i have always had a problem spending money; i hate doing it. and i especially hate spending money on bulky crap like furniture. i am appalled at how expensive beds are. i have always slept on whatever's been left behind: an old roommate's mattress, a rejected futon. i have attempted to justify this purchase by acknowledging that without good sleep, life is crap. i also think about stubborn bedbugs, anonymous semen stains, other people's sweat.
good things about today:
'baby, you're a rich man' followed by 'sheep' on the radio
the kindly couple who helped carry my bags
free sample of mashed yams with ginger
smiling neighbor holding the door
buying blue-frosted sugar cookies for the people at work as a thank you, and wendy saying "oh boy, cookies"
the smell of olives