cimorene

# i like lying half in a bed and half out of it. for years i had a futon with a frame only a bit (hm, four inches?) off the ground. perfect for sleeping with my dog--he liked to lie at the edge with just his head over the edge, his little nose on the floor and his face upside down, his velvety little ears flipped inside out. (beagle. pictures, uh, later.) the bed here is much higher off the floor, but for some reason having an arm or a leg dangling over the edge comforts me.

# i close my eyes and i get this image of my friend meghan. we were never very close, just same high school clique and all. president of mu alpha theta, secretary of national honor society, bangs and always makeup but you could never tell she was wearing it and a ponytail, rescued by us from preppiness in grade 9. she's got this adorable distracted air and is also very gracious, and, much like my other rl best friend sara munro, good at letting insults to her intelligence pass without seeming to have registered them when really she has. i can see her face winning miss america (although she's more likely to win a nobel), the way her eyes would narrow and her cheeks lift. she would stumble over words in a sort of self-deprecating way because she feels to do otherwise is to force yourself on other people in some fashion.

#the cafeteria is open; i'm going to dinner. i was going to go to cvs, but now i think of it, all the packages i'm making can wait three weeks until my dad brings their partial contents.