you’re no jesus, you’re no fucking elvis

Well, hello there!

I just dropped in for a minute to update you on the things that have not already been documented elsewhere. And to say hi. Hi! How are you?

You’re what? How the hell did that happen?

Anyway! Item:

Ye olde family dinner was postponed tonight due to some unforseen circumstances involving spicy Thai food and a hospital. An example of the way my sister and I relate is that I’ve been known to end many friendly arguments with, “yeah, well at least I don’t have a gallbladder,” because it does actually piss her off. Seriously. But now, I will no longer have that to hold against her.

A related Item:

My parents started attending church more regularly several years ago when Stephanie almost died of a bizarre illness. Today they made a huge point of having to go to the 6pm mass, presumably because she was in a hospital bed again. Some people become more religious in the face of adversity; me, I buy goofy pick-me-up gifts at Patina. Kitsch is my god.

Also, an Item:

ee cummings wrote the best love poems in all of history; they’re pure and succinct and gut-wrenchingly beautiful. He also wrote this. He is the man.

The final Item:

When my phone rang right next to my head early this morning, my mom’s voice asked, “Did I wake you?” I said, “Just a little.” I’m getting far too little sleep.

That’s not a complaint.

Sweet dreams, and a happy tomorrow.
Jenni

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