Of course, I already feel privilidged to call him friend. But, who knew he had such talent?
As I'm currently
1. ill
2. praying #1 isn't psychosomatic or some incurable ailment
3. praying #1 doesn't persuade my boyfriend to seek out a younger companion at this weekend's PrideFest with a more robust immune response
4. packing to move
5. drugging my asthmatic cat
6. teaching
7. preparing for my first graduate committee meeting on Monday
8. dissecting fish for their gonads
and
9. judging a local Iron Chef competition,
I didn't realize how long it'd been since I smiled a real smile. Not one of those I'm-pretending-to-be-fine-so-I-can-keep-working-though-I-really-feel-like-dying-both-inside-and-out sorts of forced, fake smiles, but a genuine, spontaneous smile. So, thanks Fancy.
Posted by James at June 21, 2007 08:12 PM