yup - reality. Scores of the stuff. Setting up a journal page - well then, what the hell is this? So much stuff - Facebook, MySpace, Bears of every stripe and color dot org dot com. Involved.
Although, there are the perks. A lad from Pawtucket weakens me in the knees and others entertain me as I guess I entertain them. Not one to "put out" (am I serious?), I posted profiles and awaitied to see what - and, indeed, what? It is muy interesante. Si.
Got approved for Mass Health after my visit to Boston Medical. My overnight visit which was a complete and total surprise. Ta-da.
Went to Gene's for Easter last weekend. Lovely, as always. Karl. the Unstopable, makes his way out in his wheelchair, parks it out front of the building, and proceeds to drag himself up the stairs and into the apartment. I salute him for this fortitude. SALUTE! Dinner was lovely.
Agnus Dei. I ate a ton of yummy olives which in turn bloated my all-too sensitve feet into puffy sausages of water weight. Like coals sewn undewr the skin. Really something. Gene an I were flummoxed as to what casued such - then, light breaks on Marblehead... olives. Would I eat them again for this return? Do I look like I need to suffer? Oh, but no.
On the way home, I picked up a Phoenix to see what's what in the entertainment world. Land O Goshen! Playing at the Brattle Theater (The Brattle!) during some 'underground' film series, there was "Underbelly," about Pleasant Gehman! Played Sunday afternoon. Was she there for the screening? We dispatch emails and get 4 in return - 2 from MySpace account. Hello! No, she was not here for it, but has gone to London (Brrr, she says). I am so out of the loop, but I did find out, so... much like the deal with Sweet P on Bravo's Project Runway. More for my frail tiny thin MySpace reality.
We proceed.
Let's see... Sister Rita turns 60 on April 1 - this coming Tuesday. Sister Theresa comes in from San Jose to luncheon with the girls, of which, yes, I am that missing Sinclair daughter.
Johnny Mathis is in town that weekend. I asked if he wants company or a tour... we'll see.
Now, about this boy in Pawtucket... yet another Sean. Funny. Oh, and I got a plethora of newsy stuff from Torrance from Sean Kelley - we have this really odd thing with finding doppleganger-esque cartoons with themes bleeding into a common stram of consciousness of some random design. Muy interesante.
Oh, and with a dusting of snow - it snowed? - on everything this morning, later on those 5 deer show up and take in what foliage they can. Y'gotta love it.
