2001-12-21 || 9:53 a.m.

|| thursday night. it's not very exciting, i guess. ||

last night.

1. i came home late and it was very very cold in apartment twenty. the heater rumbled on after my fourth attempt at keeping the pilot light happy and i got under my covers and thought warm heatery thoughts. meow meow joined me. we were napping through jeopardy and wheel of fortune when the heater got very angry and flung its metal door open. like a bomb blast. like a very loud metal protest. i don't know what i did wrong, but i will not be bothering the heater pirate again.

2. i remembered all the things i had to do and jumped out of bed. thank you, heater pirate, for awakening me from my carbon monoxide tainted slumber. went to the new grocery store (like disneyland! is it bad to be rilly excited about new grocery stores?) to buy supplies for work lady potluck/gift exchange. twirled a roll of wrapping paper like a baton down the aisles (i still got my moves). broke down and got an obnoxious coffee drink, the company of which will not be named, and proceeded to scald my mouth so badly, oh my god. reached for the nearest frozen package of bacon and applied it to tongue.

3. i wrapped presents. watched meow meow eat a 12-inch piece of ribbon in under ten seconds. got ingredients in order for brilliant potluck submission. synchronized watches with my dear lovelies brook and jeff for an alley kids night. hurried and hurried and rushed and rushed. it was late and i had the coffee jitters and it's very cold in apartment 20 again.

4. i met brook and jeff at the alley. slung back a double white russian at lightning speed. talked non-stop about present love life, all the while wanting to shut up. shut up, jenny, no one wants to hear about it. don't you just love brook and jeff? they really are marvy. yes, i know, why don't you shut up so they can get a word in edge-wise? recounting wednesday night date when wednesday night date walked through the door. blushed profusely and thanked lucky stars the alley is a dark place. (wednesday night date is reading this. hello, james. unable to go into any more detail at this point, for fear of curses and repercussions and the like, and i am trying very hard to cultivate the mysterious side of ms. hand).

5. left the alley. tap danced for j and b on the sidewalk in my parka. drove homeward.

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