high voltage when we touch.

i've spent the day pretending that i was an army doctor, as i do when working long shifts. the surgical unit of which i was a part sold over seventeen thousand dollars in fish today. i was there during the time in which over ten thousand of those dollars happened. meghan and i screamed and danced when we heard. to give you some idea of what that means, on a normal (busy) weekend day, we might make eight thousand dollars. my unit is brave and true.

my womb is making a fist. i'm wishing for blood.

i know that it is terribly uncouth to buy gifts for oneself moments before the winter holiday of one's choosing, but somehow i hadn't realized until last night's epiphany that an ebay search on the phrase antique vibrator would most likely return results. because epiphanies tend to make it somewhat less likely that one will be getting out of bed, it wasn't until this morning that i learned how very inexpensive they could be. methinks i shall have to begin collecting. one never knows when hysteria will strike, after all.

all doctors are corseted and well read and wear striped stockings with doc martins. and we've grown past war and all lies are delightful and mostly harmless.

you can keep my things. they've come to take me home.

pardon my frivolity, but what, exactly, are the stockings to which one is indirectly referring when one speaks of the bluestockings? this is a question that has plagued me for years.

i'm a horrific snob. why do you children even put up with me? (but honestly.)

another ten with the fish, then seven on a bus, then four whole days at home. come give me love, philadelphia.