i fasted yesterday despite the fact that when i woke up that morning i'd felt the beginnings of a cold creeping in from all sides. good idea from a spiritual perspective; not so good from a health one. by nighttime i'd deteriorated into pressure, drippiness, general yuck. it didn't help that i came crashing down from my sugar high. i tried to get to sleep at 12; couldn't, really. around 1:30, the bunny materialized. "wow," he said, "your voice has dropped an octave." initially i expected to just curl up and go sleep, but we started talking -- partly bunnytalk, partly intelligent talk. i realized that i was feeling progressively better. v. often when i feel shitty, all i need to do is laugh. despite my well-publicized insistence that i can't think past tomorrow, we got onto the topic of what we'll be like when we're old, what our attitudes towards marriage are, general future stuff. it was a very honest conversation, punctuated by quotes (he from winnie the pooh, me from the pied piper). finally around 4 we fell asleep, and tho i woke up numerous times, and had a bizarre dream in which my parents decided i needed to leave this life and start a new parallel one on a cruise-ship, which included a boy who looked like but wasn't ben, i woke up refreshed. it's a trick; it won't last. i need to nap. but how can you not love a boy who stays next to you while you blow your nose and afterwards pulls you closer?
did stat w/ becca -- we decided our project is going to involve blindfolded vegan/nonvegan taste tests. then met khadijah for lunch. we talked about the play. i don't know what she was worried about, she seems to have a lot of ideas. we talked pretty frankly about race and why she wants it to be as close to an all-black cast as possible. "but, you know, this is swarthmore," she said, "-- so we'll make do."