the wrong side of the bed

my friend jamie suprised me by being in town this past weekend. i didn't know she was coming, though it was planned well in advance. through my own fault, i am sort of out of the loop. i'm very bad at maintaining long-distance friendships. hell, if a friend gets an office on another floor in my building, i sometimes have a difficult time remembering to poke my head in and say hello occassionally. thankfully, jamie, sara, and amy are very forgiving. we had a lovely night, i thought, looking at cute pictures, being silly, and eating at the italian equivalent of denny's*.

next weekend, two good friends will be in town. careyoke and hazel. i can't wait. i really can't. i will be happy to see them both. i can say without any reservation that they are two of the most giving and dependable people i know. i love them and i miss them. careyoke will be staying with me at least one night, so i am cleaning my apartment in prepartion. this is a lot of work for me, and i am rather glad that she is coming because it is a task i have been putting off for a long time.

once everything is spit spot for careyoke, i am going to try to keep it that way. will you help me, dear friends, by coming to visit me? if i have an out of town guest every weekend, won't i have to be cleaner during the week? so, come to me. i need you in my life.

* fine, i admit it, i like to eat at the olive garden every once in a while. when i was growing up, we had nothing but chain restaurants anywhere near us (and one good chinese restaurant that wasn't a chain), and i sometimes get a taste for crappy italian food.

Oh, I wanna come to town! Now I'm going to feel all sorry for myself being here instead. Wah!

Glad to be of service! And I'll do dishes while I'm there! And I'm so excited to see you soon!