And so quickly comes my spouse, and so quickly she leaves...

I was really happy when suzy was here.
She came, and I turned over a new leaf. I started to have fun again and bullshit around and tell bad jokes and be crazy...
Now, I can't help but to feel I have been left in the pit that is the University of Chicago. Intellectually fulfilled, socially disappointed. I know that I belong here to an extent, but godammit, I only smile half as much as I should...
I ate too much food while she was here. Now I have a fridge full of goodies...
perhaps I will turn into that 515 pound 19-year old guy who ate to comfort himself and then finally got one of those stomach-ring surgeries. He got to be on Jane Pauley and NPR!

I suppose I know that I should not be so sad right now.
I suppose that she will make her grad school decision independent of my urgings...and I will not encourage her to make an incorrect intellectual or academic decision (not that that exists when one chooses between 2 top programs) because we could have a lot of fun here and have a fabulous apartment...

but come on...
she's my spouse.
we're spice.
If she doesn't come here, it's tantamount to divorce.
We will emotionally scar our love child, poolittle.

nuff said,
monica.

oh shit, i have 30 library books overdue...

kill me.