i must type like archie for a little while; i just painted my nails, and very sloppily, too, if i do say so myself. i don t want to get purple nail polish on the new white keys.
i went to my doctor this morning; i had picked her pretty much at random almost a year ago, and just never went in for a check-up until now. i selected her for multiple reasons. one, her office is not far from my house. two, she's female. three, she has an awesome name, dr bella nudel. stress is on the '-del.' nudel is how you say 'noodle' in german, and bella, well, no translation needed. of course it turns out that she's russian, and her staff and most of her patients are, too. the irony. i hope the universe doesnt mind if i take it as a sign that i must continue my study of the russian language.
there's nothing like having a stern 60 year old woman with a strong russian accent and dark pink lipstick admonish you for your bad habits. tho' i suppose it's better than some condescending 60 year old white guy with too much money and a leer.
today on my way out of the house there was a very sad note tacked to the little bulletin board at the bottom of the stairs in my building. it's still there now.
it says,
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