I think (knock on wood) that Lucy Goosey is in the clear. I have based this hypothesis on several pieces of evidence. The vomit-a-thon has ceased. Oh she still does that weird trick where she occasionally gets so excited she regurgitates her undigested food in the form of one solid soggy stinky log. …
My Space, Your Space
I went to see my favorite general practitioner this morning to seek help for the furry banana slug that continues to grow on my tongue. I simply can't bear to eat another bowl of yogurt or swish another bizarre concoction in the hopes of defeating the yeast-itude. You could practically…
Windows
My living room window faces an old hostess factory that has been renovated and now is home to a CVS and a New York Sports Club. When we moved in to the apartment back in '03, the building was a boarded-up, bricked-over mess. Living through the construction was annoying, but…