particularly to a girl panting under 2 overweight suitcases, a black garbage bag full of shoes, books and teapots, and also slinging a backpack bursting at the seams and a shoulder bag crammed with laptop and wires and keys, not to mention delicately (as is possible in those circumstances) gripping a precious poster under her arm - some of the incontestably sweet sounds in the english language ever to be delivered by a male voice are: "let me get that."

i am now living in the basement of jared's house, in his spacious and very comfortable room, where, when i managed to make it yesterday, at 2.30 in the afternoon, after the worst move-out experience i've had in my four years (believe me, i've had some bad ones, like last year, trying to catch a 12.50 flight by calling a cab at 12.05 and clutching a three day late spenser paper that i had to turn in before i went to the airport.) i am very bruised and scratched, am unable to feel either of my arms anymore, and at one point i fell down the stairs while hauling a big suitcase, and someone must have been watching over me, because i was amazingly unscathed, and got away without hearing a single cracking sound, and not even spraining an ankle, just a sore derriere. i don't want to talk about inconsiderate suitemates and how pissed i was by very many things, so let's leave behind further comments on moving out. the cab was prompt and i got into jared's bed immediately on arrival, and woke up 5 minutes after i was supposed to be at an appointment on grounds. i tried to run there too, but my legs were lead and i had an inconvenient and very painful blister from trotting around in 2 inch heels on sunday. (nohrnberg asked: "aren't you tall enough already?" i said: "but i like heels!" and he said: "you're frivolous" talk about nohrnberg putdowns.) i had acquired the blister jogging to northern exposure from home in the rain and thinking that all i needed was to be splashed by a passing car and a conveniently situated puddle (this did not happen, although i was convinced it would) the heels are alright for walking short distances, but if you ever try to run downhill this particular pair bloody well cuts the feet. felt like cinderella's sisters and cursing half the way. incidentally, su-lin and i were talking about how we don't curse, not much, aloud. i mean, mentally i swear quite fluently and britishly, but i don't ever say anything worse than damn and bloody this or that. why is this so, when all of you don't seem to have any such inhibitions? it's not as if i possess a brood of susceptible and naive small children. i digress. needless to say by the time i half-limped onto grounds i'd missed my appointment and the half-limp had become a full-limp. i went back to jared's and collapsed again. that was the sum of my day. and now i should do something about all the backdated halfwritten journal entries for the past few days.