a comedy of errors

looking back at my attempts to find amusement in the past (less-than-lovely) 12 months- some days, it's been harder than others. this week has been over the top, ridiculously bad- so bad that i can't help but be amused. to give you a brief taste of the sordid details, in no particular order: i locked myself out of my apartment, had to pee in a cup (with the current state of medical advancement, why is this still a routine procedure?), had a nice long walk to my car in the cold rain, and i'm being audited by the NM taxation and revenue board (for wages earned before i lived here)...
you know it's bad when my mom is asking me if i've broken a mirror lately ("no, but the cats did... does that bad luck transfer to me?")

in happier news:
coachella is looking more like a reality, just in time for me to start dreaming of a chicago trip to see thom and the boys.
mango curry shrimp is delish. as are the gigantic ginger cookies from flying star.
on my third week sans soda, and the craving is completely gone.
tonight, i have new tapes 'n tapes to keep me company on my run.

As Harold took a bite of Bavarian sugar cookie, he finally felt as if everything was going to be ok. Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies. And, fortunately, when there aren't any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort, not to mention hospital gurneys and nose plugs, an uneaten Danish, soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction. And we must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days, are effective for a much larger and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives. I know the idea seems strange, but I also know that it just so happens to be true. And, so it was, a wristwatch saved Harold Crick.
-Stranger than Fiction