go 1 xfer ok

monday, 6:49 pm, pajamas on

umi: yes…i’d like to place an order for delivery.
lady: okay…
umi: one drunken noodle medium spicy.
lady: what else?
umi: one order of curry chicken puffs.

monday, 7:11 pm, tv on

monday, 7:43 pm, sleep on

“cat-like charm”

sundays are the super suckiest. i hate them. i want to squash them.

my month on the pediatrics inpatient floor is over.

i started working in the pediatrics emergency room on thursday. blah. whatever. i’m sleepy.

i am inexplicably and unjustifiably peevish after a weekend which included going to the metropolitan opera to see don giovanni…

…and tapas in chelsea…

(miniature lamb tenderloins with mint yogurt atop flatbread)

(dates stuffed with almonds and wrapped in bacon)

(chorizo in red wine)

(grilled octopus salad)

my attitude is commandingly negative. cupcakes do not seem to help. whatever will i do?

neon

i have the intern blues. mootin had a birthday. joanna had a birthday. sam had a birthday. i did nothing. i do not clean the toilet. i do not buy presents. i do not shop for groceries. i do not make plans. i do not do anything for anyone aside from myself and yet i am taxed to panic levels. i have enormous guilt. i feel sorry for myself. i am thrashing around in an unhappy, sadistic, infinite circle and everyone is lonely. it sucks. but…actually…everything is excellent. there are ephemeral days of joy when we go to milford, pennsylvania, drink tea in a bed made with frette linens, eat creamy soppressata, and take the lu for walks in the forest.

it is no problem. i apologize for the neglect and the irrational and exhausted umi monster. i am loved. the lu is here. i can be propped up…

jackson monkey road

yang-nyum galbi (fresh butterflied and korean style short ribs):

+

wine sam-gyeop-sal (1/4 inch sliced pork belly marinated and aged in merlot):

=

peanut! muffin!

i had forty-eight hours off. it is over. i am sad. i did many things. i got a manicure and pedicure. i ate poached eggs over thinly sliced duck breast. i napped. i ate maguro and avocado box sushi. i went to the united states open tennis championships.

7.

lindsay.

obviously.

mootin.

i cannot believe i am supposed to go back to the hospital tomorrow morning. i am weak. if i make it through the next three days we will be back at arthur ashe stadium for the men’s singles quarterfinals. i cannot wait.