i roast a chicken with all the fixin's (as they say down here) last night. i've made homemade chicken noodle soup from the carcass. i also have a chocolate cake with sprinkles sitting on my counter. i am so damned domestic it is ridiculous. how did this happen?

i don't know what the hell is going on with me recently. i feel like my hormones are going double time. in all different directions. i'm going to see dr. s on wednesday. maybe he can help me sort it out. maybe i'm due for a med-adjustment. woo hoo. what fun that would be.

i've picked out a new tattoo design. it's the handpainted design (of a vase of flowers) from a plate dating from the Selcjukian sultans of the Ottoman Empire. i took the picture while i was in turkey and just found it again on my computer. i don't know where to go. babak has moved to memphis... maybe i'll have to drive up there to see him. and david. who i think hates me. lovely.

i sent derrick this weird sappy email last night about how glad i am that i have him as a friend right now and all this stuff. it was weird. this is what i'm talking about with the hormones and stuff. when katie and jen called to go to breakfast yesterday i nearly cried. i'm not even pms-ing.

maybe it's good you're not here... i don't think you'd like me very much

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