Donna has also been doing great with getting things done, and if you live in Portland and want a super cute kitten with amazing genes (the grandchildren of my illustrious cat, Alameda), you should check out her "pre-kitten post" on myspace, or at least look at the photos.

I don't know what's happening, but ever since I got back from Thailand I have been slowly losing my appetite, and now I can barely eat anything without choking. I am still hungry, though, so it's not quite the lose-weight-fast dreamworld I might have hoped for.

I usually subsist on a diet of things which don't require much preparation, like cereal, oatmeal, yogurt, sandwiches, pasta, etc. Now I can't eat any of that stuff. Ever since I was 4 yogurt has been my favorite food, and now I can't eat it at all! Donna was shocked. It started in Thailand, actually. I stopped enjoying eating anything, even yogurt, a few months ago. I've never been a picky eater so this is very strange. It's kind of how I felt when I was pregnant, but I just had my period, thank god.

The only thing I can stand is salad, so I was thinking of going back to being vegan. If I can't eat yogurt, and everything except salad makes me gag, why not be vegan? Salad for every meal!

Here is part of an email I got from Liza today (pretty soon no one will email me because they don't want to be quoted). This completely made my day:

"that's fine with me. we're kind of looking for a fourth roommate anyway. there are three of us plus a dog. there are 3 bedrooms, and we were thinking either the living room or dining room could be converted to a bedroom. it's a shitty looking house from the outside, but it's kind of cozy and just three blocks from the MacArthur BART station. the total rent for the house is $1200, so right now each person is paying $400, and with 4 people it would be $300 each. maybe we could make it a little less for you if you can't afford it. we signed a 4 month lease, so we have it until the end of April. there's a backyard where we'll hopefully do some gardening later, and there's a room in the back where we keep our bikes, so your bike would be safe. later i can send you photos of the place so you have an idea of what it's like..."

I have this strange relationship with precipitation -- when I was in Thailand the monsoon rains always came when there was a release, when something in my mind cleared or something happened to make me happy. Even if nothing happened, the rain itself made me happy because it was so loud and intense. In movies it always rains when bad things are happening, but for me it's the opposite. And since I returned, I've noticed the same connection with snow. Even if it's in my head, I like it.