a full day's work of being the cookie bitch after two and a half days of good, solid gotta-get-better rest.

a business idea between bakeress rama and me. "perl's cafe"... wool shop/knit space/coffeeshoppe/breakfast, sandwich, soup joint. i think it may pan out eventually.

roommate B's car needing a tow after not starting.

pizza at the new place on Johnson Street [a few blocks to the east].

invite to yuko's party in uptown. request of bakeress rama and the gents from the pines to attend.

i am sorry, i shall say when they ring, but my nose is bountifully flowing spigot of sinal drainage and my cough has thickened it's prickly exterior. i must rest. after all, i have a date tomorrow.

ahhh. a date. tomorrow. non-specific time. non-specific place. "playing it by [ear]." i'm sure i can do that. [[though, were i perfectly well, in all honesty, 'twould drive me up several slippery walls... but as is, i'm content.]]

a date. a REAL date. can't remember the last time i've had a REAL one of those. sometime before djp. *gasp* sometime before brian, even? lordy! that's YEARS.

a real date.
[[i'm too congested to relay the excitement and anticipation.]]