I have no ambitions in the gay-marriage arena-nothing to write, either, unless something happens at the acupuncturist. said, 'Oh, just write about gay marriage, everybody else is.' All right, I'll combine the two: Tracey said I should just print the email I sent her this morning. Either a pulled muscle or a punctured lung, or cancer. Begins with B, definitely, but it's nothing intuitive whatsoever-what does Freud say about this? Going for acupuncture later this morning, I have a pain in my side/back that isn't going away. I keep thinking Bart but it isn't Bart, that's the name of my next-door neighbor's little dog. Some names are like that: boyfriends and bartenders, bylines in the New York Times, mayoral candidates, recently acquired pets. called from down the hall last night to remind me and even said the male cat's name and I've already forgotten it again.
I am cat sitting again this weekend and, the same freakish thing as before, S.
