i am sitting at washington bagels at washington and dean st. greg is going to c-town up the block to get some groceries. the ketchup in front of me is watery and shaking with every tap of my keypad. it's repulsive. i just ate an entire egg and cheese sandwich, and i feel stuffed to the brim! things are going alright. last night, greg and i went to whiskey ward with mike campbell and i was very happy to sit down and have a couple gin & tonics with him, bryce, and dave. it's nice to go out every once in a while and bullshit with good people. i think the problem is, i had one too many gin & tonics, so we were very lucky to navigate our way home on the subway. (i guess you could say that we could have used the keychain compass that dave was trying to peddle to everybody at the bar. haha.) greg just got back, and tonight, i'm going to make pasta with faux-meat sauce. i love making him dinner. yesterday morning, i made him eggs. bird in a nest eggs. as well as oatmeal and a banana and juice. and he said it was the best breakfast he's ever eaten. speaking of eating...the black mouse ate the tan mouse. they must have faught. i'm thinking it's because the black one was significantly bigger than the tan one, and the tan one was agile enough to hop from the bottom of the tank to the mesh wire lid and crawl around upside-down on it. the black one was getting pissed, i guess. when i saw the carcass, and the black mouse gnawing on it, it reminded me of spirited away. when chihiro gets sucked in the cruddy mud of the spirit in the bath house. i'm not sure why. jeff kennedy is coming to see me today, since he's riding his bike in brooklyn, anyway. i hope he doesn't flake out, i really want to see him. we were on the phone for an hour or so last night. i was pretty drunk, and i don't remember much of the conversation. i just remember chugging a red stripe that was in the fridge. and crawling up next to greg after my drunken antics were through, when i realized that he was well into a deep sleep. i told him i have to be back at my parents house wednesday night into thursday afternoon for a doctors appointment, and i joked about how he's going to get some peace and quiet. he said, "so this means i'm going to have to fall asleep alone, and wake up alone?" and knowing greg, i thought following that would be a "sick!" or "damn bitch!" or something. but little did i expect him to really say, "that really upsets me." and he made his little sad face that makes me melt inside. he's walking home the groceries. i guess i should go catch up. ketchup.