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publix hotel // 2002-03-08

i whooped c's ass *again* in scrabble last night. that makes two nights in a row. i started to feel bad, but then i thought better of it. he always grinds me to a pulp when we play scrabble, why should i feel bad? ha!

it snowed last night, and i should have found it more lovely than i did. it was pretty, but there wasn't enough of a blanket of snow for it to be dreamy. this morning, c and i had to scrape off his car for about ten minutes while my hand froze. but he was nice enough to drive me to therapy even though he wasn't going to work today, so i was pleased to do just about anything for him.

today, my therapist said to me, "don't take this the wrong way, but i think you're a relationship hypochondriac. you're always waiting for something bad to happen." ugh. how can one not take that the wrong way? anyway, i don't want to be one of those terrifically boring people who always write about therapy, so that's all i'm going to say about that.

i took the #60 (see my bus entry) from therapy to the ID this morning, and walked down jackson to work. it was fabulous. there's something about the cold that makes the smells that much nicer. things i noticed: house of hong, the dim sum place, is finally finished remodelling. the bush hotel is "modern" and "fireproof". the sticky orange fruit in the big glass jars in the window of that one store just might be papaya. if so, then what are those green chunks? there was an ambulance in front of the publix hotel. i always wonder what goes on in there, and now i think i know. people die.

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