high on percocet and tiramisu

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29 November 2005
. . . if this doesn't kick my migraine's ass, then i don't know what will . . .

more ugly migraine today . . . poor dogs will have to wait yet another day to hit the trails. it looked like it was going to be another dark, miserable day - my fifth locked in the house with no human contact - when kara surprised me. a drive-by visit on her way to her afternoon shift, with a double serving of tiramisu from bea's family's restaurant. every time i've been to Latino's they've always just sold out of the tiramisu. i was starting to think it was a conspiracy.

i'm enjoying it now as i write . . . not sure why i taste the faint hint of lychee nuts. i think i'll have to find out what exactly is in this. i'm sure there are no calories though. mmm . . .

honestly though, kara could have stopped by with a take-out container of dirt and i would have been touched. it's a wonderful - and much needed - reminder that there is a world beyond my front door, that i have such good and caring friends.

one of the most trying aspects of being a writer and working out of my home is the solitude. i do enjoy time alone, the comfort of my home, not having to deal with the outside world every single day . . . all the things that made me decide to be a writer in the first place. but existing on that fine line between fiction and reality, it's so easy to feel as though you don't exist, that you don't play a role in this world, that you serve no purpose.

and so it is . . . when a friend shows up on my doorstep, clearly having had me in mind, it truly and deeply touches me. thank you, kara. thank you, bea. thank you to all my friends who do keep me in mind when i start feeling like my life is nothing more than just another facet of my overactive imagination.

. . . and, of course, it doesn't hurt when you show up with food.