mel's comment this evening ("ester, you're not a hippie") was innocuous enuf; of course i didn't take offense, replying lightly that i've gone thru phases; but a desire sprouted from it and for the first time since i've been in copenhagen i pulled my birks out of the blackness of the backness of the closet and slipped them on. they fit like glass. i almost feel like dancing.

swung an A- on my last midterm which brings the average to a fully respectable B. *sigh of relief* instead of staying afterwards to drink birthday beer with my teacher, i hopped over to DIS to round up the girlz and herd them to my place. with some help from the anicent family circle cookbook and a swift trip to fakta, we concocted breakfast burritos and potatoes o'brien. kris departed for an indie-rock show w/ anne that i decided i didn't have the energy for (remembering the belle&sebastian crowd, i also feared i'd stick out like a nun in a bathhouse.) the rest of us sat around, feasting on truffles and tea, telling stories loosely inspired by a drinking game. andrea, plagued by a stress-induced itchiness, sat unhappily for most of the time, her corners plastered over with instant oatmeal. i thought i remembered reading that that's good for such things. at any rate it kept her from scratching.

housing problems may be solved. i received a confirmation email from eliz, challenging, Am i up to it? good question: am i? joining the almighty triplet? cautiously, i extend one pretty glassed foot, stepping towards what i can only hope will be a Worthwhile future ... wish me (and them! it's not over yet) luck.