I am typing on the bike right now. I have my laptop on the monitor of the stationary bike and I want to see what it feels like to exercise and write at the same time. Let’s see what I break first, the bike? the laptop? my wrist? or my already very injured lower bike? Anything in the name of “let’s see what happens.” Hey, a lot of great inventions come about this way (yea, and a lot of deaths as well, but I gotta choose a side).

I am down to one paper and some revisions of poetry to do and I am done. I feel so much better already that I don’t have mountains worth of words needing to be squeezed out from my very puny, very incompetent brain.

K seems to think that running each other means we are back to being friends. I only said hi to be polite. The truth is, whatever he has put me through the month after our breakup has really disheartened me and I am not ready to be friends with him any time soon. I wish him well, but I need the distance.

I am watching the food channel and he’s making a chicken pot pie with lots of chicken (!!!), chicken fat and vegetables. I wish there’s a vegan food channel so I could watch and actually make the food. I do love the food channel though. They create this great family atmosphere in the kitchen, it’s like watching a little fantasy of mine. I am so domestic