sara munro and the birthday party of doom

had a lovely party with the auxiliary real life best friend. she's one of those magical people who knows everyone and genuinely likes everyone, and yet she isn't irritating about it. she's smart and funny and sweet and sincere and capable of being snarky if she trusts you--and she trusts me. i'm so proud to be that close to her.

we're going to see each other some time next week, and i'm definitely going to make more effort next year--wellesley and amherst are not v/ far apart, and the bus tickets are expensive but manageable.

kmazzy: thank you very very much, i love you too, and i'm going to take a picture next time my mouth isn't sore and numb. (wisdom teeth, yo.)

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my stomach is starting to feel upset. i wonder if this is psychological, or the result of the medicine i was given in advance? and i wonder what the medicine is for, really, because the indications are all about for treating blood pressure and things like that, and at least they could have told me.

my mom, the most helpful person alive, said when informed: 'oh no! and you really have to? did you get a second opinion? that's going to be awful, you poor baby! getting my wisdom teeth out was worse than having a baby. at least after this you'll know that you can have a baby.' ummm, yeah. thanks.

i don't seem to be able to go back to sleep. ::kicks stomach::

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hollsk, as i haven't gotten to talk to you since i found out and i'm sure you will miss me, i'm going to be on pain drugs and sleeping for quite a while now, but i hope you're wonderful and if we don't get to talk in the next couple of days i want emails to tell me how you're doing and what's going on and i adore you. and give my love to chris. bfl, babe.

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i slept most of the day and i don't feel too badly, except that i want solid food and i can't have it. i feel not quite myself, though, which is either the real effect of the medicine or the psychological effect of my expecting the medicine to do something to me. if you could follow that.

my beta's been incommunicado for weeks, but thank goodness i've got her snailmail address. i'm going to postcard her. alas for people who have real lives.

maybe if i sleep all day tomorrow i'll feel better. there's got to be a way to cheer myself up, if only i coudl figure out what it was.