Erin

-fluctuates way too easily, eating chocolate graham cracker cookies in my bed looking at photographs. One week contains the best and worst of my emotions.

-went to the grocery store farther away from the UPS bubble late at night. Went because I thought I had a wart on my hand. Couldn't distinguish "cauliflower-like surface" (their description, not mine) from the miniscule shiny surface on my palm. Ended up buying exactly this: ONE pack G-U-M Eez-Thru Flossers, ONE bundle of "Thin Asparagus," ONE bottle Simply Saline Nasal Mist Cold Formula, and ONE box of Twelve Cinnamon Pop-Tarts.

-got an email response from my thank-you note. Three lines, one of them "Please keep in touch" and a casual sign-off. I am so anxious.

-just wants to dance, all the time. I am tempted to in choir, before class, but am afraid of what people would think. Instead I dance with little kids, the toddler I babysit, bombarding people in practice rooms, shaking my booty and boobies and arms and legs until I stop.