so, the next available appointment is in three weeks and i am left to all my wanton worries in the meantime. ugh.
jo3 is moving out of lockefield this weekend and i find it odd to consider the great possibility that i shall never, ever, see him again. either one or the both of us have managed to alienate all our once common friends and, as was clear last weekend, we seem to have alienated one another as well. it feels like the end of an era, liberating but painfully nostalgic too.
next weekend, i'll be attending a wedding in madison with stewbot. he'll don a tuxedo and i'll be sporting my fuckaliscious new heels, dress and tan. i have the whole weekend off and i'm entirely too excited about it.
subway is abandoning their sub club cards this year. jerks. it's not like they ever give me my stamps anyway.