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its 11:10am on Saturday and I feel like a nap. I only feel justified cause i have to work from 3- 8 today and then I plans to go to a show. This will leave little time for sleep between now and 7am tomorrow, when I have to rouse for a 9-5 shift. Zzzz.

The warm November day should not be neglected, however, so i plan to open a window to let the sunlight and ambient fall noise (airplanes, children, and Metro North) flit through the frame.

Dave went to his dentist appt. He has convinced himself that he has MS due to a sudden weakness in a thumb adductor. I told him not to diagnose himself, focus on the dentist and wait to see if the strength came back today. there is balance in our relationship. he thinks he may have MS. I think he slept on his thumb incorrectly.

Im now reading Nick Hornby's "How to be Good". Depressing, really. Im half way through. These long commuting hours have gotten me back on the fiction wagon.


Nov. 5th, 2005 06:39 pm (UTC)
Dave should be careful of that thumb or hypocondria can set in.

Nov. 7th, 2005 10:46 pm (UTC)
too late