praise you like i should

Thank you - you know who you are. You who called me last night to see if I was still feeling down and to offer support and candy. I would have picked up the phone to tell you that you were the bee’s knees, but I was in the bathtub reading, strangely enough, a book I bought at the U Village B’n’N the other day. A book about the trials and tribulations of a woman who’s recently gotten engaged. A book which cost the exact amount that my bank account is currently overdrawn. Of course, as I was reading, I was feeling worse and worse - and I was imagining the alternate universe where B— and I are currently engaged and going through the same problems, and I was questioning every life decision that I’ve made in the past few months, and I was questioning all the choices I’m going to make in the future, and I was wondering if it was worth it. I got out, crawled into my big fluffy bathrobe that B— gave me for Christmas a couple of years ago, and trudged out to the living room to listen to my answering machine message. And then, for some reason, everything seemed okay again. So, in case I haven’t mentioned it yet, thank you. (You are also the cat’s pajamas.)