silent surgery

i wish meg ryan never had plastic surgery. it's upsetting. i expected more out of her.

i'm sitting on the orange sofa by myself. today has been a total failure. i tried to go to work for the first day post-surgery and it didn't happen. i got to the ferry, parked, twice (trying to figure out best way to maneuver the ferry lot), went to the bathroom and got sick. real sick. had to go home. nice ticket man gave me my ticket back. so defeating. got home and slept for 5 hours. woke up and went and got guy a back brush he's been wanting. he's got "backne." he'd never heard of this term before, but the brush helps the backne. i feel a need to accomplish something on this failure day.

guy comes home after a hard day. i know it's hard because he's an hour late and goes straight to bed. i am lonely in the quiet house. i realize that, even though we have been driving each other crazy lately, i would be devastated without him in my life. so boring. i forget how boring life was pre-guy. then he takes a nap in the evening and it all comes back.

some say silence can drive people crazy. or is it watching "You've Got Mail."