my dentist is better than your dentist. firstly, he is a sweet old man named judah finkelstein. secondly, instead of charging me $1535 to replace the crown that broke on christmas morning, he only charged me $800 to cover costs.
then i went to books kinokuniya and broke my book buying moratorium for good. mostly books on writing for my upcoming return to academia.
at the bus stop there was a faint sprinkling of rain, just a suggestion of more-than-humidity. i was playing with the numb parts of my mouth and writing on the paper bag that mrO's valentine's day card came in. my reflection was standing pigeon-toed, left foot twisted behind the right like a four year old in need of a toilet. it's no wonder no one believes i'm almost thirty.
last night we went to art after hours at the art gallery of nsw. i had a scrumptious vegetable fritatta and we listened to jazz. well, mrO listened to jazz and i read a book. his thoughtfulness often takes me aback.
and then, oh then, i have the best friends in the world. ricepaper wrote me limericks! and muted_rain sent me a beautiful present. so, all in all, the last day of january was quite beyond all expectation.