'donaldo and miguel'

i'd like some applause for not throwing myself into the next available bed when i was home last week experiencing emotional turmoil. i was tempted for a bit of time (the parrot bay didn't help), but hung tough like my old friends the new kids. maybe my inner slut is dead.

i suddenly found myself in the role of comforter to the lovesick when a friend called, hysterical on monday when her boyfriend broke up with her. i had been sad and panicky and all those bad things and all of a sudden that got put on hold over the past few days as i talked her down from the figurative ledge. somehow in convincing her that everything was going to be okay, i think i talked myself into it, too. i am appreciative of this odd turn of events. wait. not her breakup, i mean, or her pain. just the silver lining that helped restore my sanity.

traditionally i make a practice out of buying the breast cancer awareness stamps at the post office, but i must acknowledge how adorably wonderful these new stamps. they make me very happy.