i think tonight i may take the dremel to my temporo-mandibular joint, yes.

either that or a really large hammer�

perhaps to smash and pound, teeth spilling across the kitchen tiles, spilt cereal, worry beads.

the kitty and i get to go to the doktor on the same day, 23rd march�then we can both come home and snuggle our swollen cheeks together before going out to experience an evening of dance, Indian style. hrm, on second thought, i do not think i would be able to sneak the kitty in�she tends to mau constantly when elevated.

*smirk*

tangential.

the boston trip was fun fun fun, and now the details as i remember them to be:

everything was fast and full, whisking off into the night. the merrydeath was amazing and yes. methinks i�ll have to work on moving into her town again�heh�once she moved into mine, but i left and she stayed. now i must return.

that there is a 20 year-old friendship
it rules!

she gave TT and i her room and comfort and sleep. the trip was packed with things to do but the relax down at night with the TT and all of the tension sloughed right away.

in-between sporadic shopping (a must in a larger town) i drove and drove TT around the city, amazed that i was still able to navigate smoothly and without accident.

eep!

i took him to the old rawks-burry apartment and Ethiopian food, kitchy stores and squares. we paroled neighborhoods and priced apartments, visited wilde and her man, anna�s, manray and the aquarium.

sometimes we were able to breathe,
sometimes we just held it and dove down deep

we did not get to everything and everyone we wanted to see, but there will be other trips in the future � and perhaps even moving plans in the make!

my ear, my ear is stabbing inward, rotting and dripping�i want to scratch it out with my scissors, i do.

refrain.

*sigh*takes MORE motrin*

i miss being comfortable. i miss my squid robe. i just want to snuggle up in satin on the couch and cry and cry. the motrin has stopped working�and i have to wait for those pliers to arrive to get x-rayed.

it is, of course, my fault
for putting off the order for so long

54 more minutes of work today then home to the arms of my TT and the mewls of the three�gentle whisker kisses through the night and movies and warmth.