support your local cathouse.

i cannot move. can. not. move. i'm hurting in areas i didn't even know existed on my body. thank god n. kate moss (as she wishes to be known) talked me out of going to the gym this morning (or rather, gave me permission not to go).

instead, i hopped the f train back into the city with groceries in hand. will be whipping up some tofu "chicken" salad for lunches this week and some vegan crepes with stir-fried vegetables (summer squash, grape tomatoes, baby spinach, red onion, garlic, and green pepper) for dinner.

my roommates are gone; a.m. is in connecticut and a.f. is in massachusetts ("p-town" to be specific) and so i've got the place to myself for a while. am watching a documentary on the making of "high noon" on pbs, but just barely.

plans for the week: possible wine with j.a. tomorrow--but it looks as if it may fall through, music in the park with ladies on tuesday, and this on thursday. i'm exhausted just thinking about it. all i want right now is a normal-sized couch upon which i can rest and a glass of red wine.

oh, and i've all-of-a-sudden got a slight crush on this boy. pathetic? what is he--12?