fox

-- little ache in the back of my throat.  by my calculations, this will be a nasty head cold just in time for me to get on the plane on saturday.  ARGH.

[this entry was interrupted by the phone ringing; it was Homeboy, which surprised me, but i was even more surprised, and then amused, when the following conversation ensued:

me: hello?
homeboy:  hi, is this [not my name at all]?
me:  uh -- no.  it's [me].
him:  ... oh!
me (smiling):  wow, did you call the wrong number.
him:  yeah, i guess i did.
me:  it's because you miss me, i know.
him (over this):  well -- i've arrived.
me:  you're in belfast?
him:  i'm in belfast.
me:  cool.  listen, i'm not going to come get you at the airport.
him:  no, probably not.
me:  you should probably call [not my name at all] for that.
him:  yeah.  well ... okay, have a good day.

hee.  actually it's not normal for me to be awake at this hour, and i understand from my mother that my voice mail doesn't give my name or anything -- so if i hadn't answered the phone, he'd have left a message and then wondered why his host-people in belfast weren't coming to get him.  fate! or something?  heh.  at least there'll be something to talk about later.]

1.  mmm, macadamia nuts.

2.  thanks to the whatnot (mainly the pillows) i bought from servalan, it is easier than it has ever been (read:  possible) for me now to sleep more or less sitting up, which is a good thing when allergy season is at its height and post-nasal (a) drip and (b) nasal spray keeps a person awake or at least doesn't let her sleep very soundly.  this morning i didn't even hear the alarm, which is testament to how badly i've been sleeping the past several nights.

3.  i'm getting how i get, again.  make me stop.

when is a person just not home, and when is a person missing?

our scout comes in monday through friday to vacuum the hallway and clean the kitchen and bathroom (which is a whole other post, by the way, the daily cleaning service we've come to get used to), and the arrangement is, if you put your bin outside your door she'll take out your trash as well.  on wednesdays, she comes in to vacuum each room, so the wednesday arrangement is that if you leave the bin outside she just takes out the trash and doesn't come in to your room.  all fine and well.

so the bin's been sitting outside flatmate's room since tuesday night; the scout took the trash on wednesday but didn't go in, as per above, and now it's saturday morning and the bin is still in the hallway.  which means flatmate either hasn't come out since then, or hasn't been home (like, at all, even for a couple of minutes).

we're sure it's nothing to worry about, but here's the thing:  only mostly.  because normally, if one of us was going to leave town for some length of time, we'd have mentioned it to at least one of the others.  to avoid exactly this kind of thing, you know?  in fact Homegirl L and i have had precisely that conversation -- 'i'm going to be gone for a week, so don't freak out when you don't see me for days'.  and you all know how my imagination runs away with me; it only has to occur to me once to think you know, what if something is wrong, and you all thought 'meh, it's nothing'? and i begin to Fret.

have sent a text message -- 'Hey, are you okay?"  will see if the disappearing act continues.

wore the purple shoes, and everyone (who saw them) agreed they were the cutest.  ambiguity continues, which means what i said it meant yesterday.  party wasn't bad, but unfortunately wasn't that great -- witness that i am home before midnight (again) and sleeping alone (tragic).

le sigh.  changing out of my fab red dress now.