*happy sigh*

today i nearly consumed my body weight in cornflakes and chocolate, streaked a throat swab on whole blood agar to test for Strep. vividans and a nose swab on mannitol salt agar to test for Staph. epidermidis, bought a pirate skirt and beaded belt which will go very nicely with my scimitar (yes… kate geiger is being a pirate wench for halloween), got the next round for angie, claire and i (no…not alcohol: dark chocolate bounty, crunchie, and toffee crunch bars respectively), sang  – and meant – “Jesus, be the center”, played twister with ten laughing girls, manuevered an after-eight square from my forehead into my mouth using only my facial muscles, and drank two cups of proper irish tea while listening to andrea expound upon the theology of saint ignatius.

spirits seem to be stirring tonight. as i left the chapel, the old wooden door was caught by the unusually warm wind before it could ease shut; like a broken bone, it stuck out motionless from the rest of the building as the wanton breezes roiled in. setting out across the bridge seemed the first solemn maneuver in an esoteric quest. the river lay black and still beneath, wrinkled like cooled tar. on the far shore, the leaves hissed and writhed under the gaze of the jaundiced street lights. but if i had my pirate skirt, i’d slip away from their unseeing eyes and seek some riotous adventure on the inky water …