because m. ward can say it better

heavy hearts

Sadness.
I can't enter into the sadness of my breakfast date. The hands of friends are tied in the face of grief. I have not lost my mother. I cannot make anything better, I am unable to help. My feeble attempt at comfort is second-rate pancakes at the greasy spoon on broadway and main. If only I could make it said in a hug. I am a clumsy friend.
But this isn't even about me.

cat sitter

i am in matt and kim's bed. it's my new job to look after wee merger. merger is their cat. he is big and orange and very handsome. at the moment he is skulking noisily about the house. i think he is trying to tell me something, but i am no good at the complexities of cattish languages. he might also just singing along with tom waits. the two voices blend quite nicely. sometimes tom waits seeps into the cracks that you didn't know were in your heart. i like music like this.
last night was the jj bean christmas party. lots of dancing. a handful of fun. i danced a button right off my dress. i am glad that my jj days are over. i feel a certain level of chagrin about that place. it was hard to wipe the smirk off my face while the speech/pep rally was going on. i think it was your regular, garden variety staff christmas party.
tonight is the foundation party. i think it will be fun. more relaxed. better food. the last time i will see bryan. i called him a jerk (to his face) a couple of weeks ago, and things haven't been the same since. i am sorry about this because i like him.
i am very excited about this christmas business coming up.
the other day, i was getting all excited about the orange in the stocking and the cup of coffee in the morning. bateman family christmas.