Oh, look, another single Valentine’s Day.

This was made special, though, by a new doctor, who cheerfully told me that I would need fertility drugs to ever get pregnant, and even then he’d didn’t know if they’d work, but the sooner I had children the easier it would be.

I just looked at him in disbelief.

In other news, I auditioned for a play last night.

I haven’t done any of my homework for midterms, which is a clear sign that Sara is sabotaging yet another good thing in her life.  It’s becoming a disturbing habit of mine.

I watched “Girl, Interrupted” again last night.  I always laugh hysterically at this:

Susanna: I am a crazy girl. Seriously.
Tony: You’ve been in a hospital?
Susanna: Yes.
Tony: Do you see purple people? My friend, he saw purple people. And so the state came and took him away. He didn’t like that. Some time went by and, and he told ’em he didn’t see purple people no more.
Susanna: He got better.
Tony: Nah, he still sees ’em

And here’s my favorite quote from the book:

Robert Lowell also didn’t come while I was there. Sylvia Plath had come and gone. What is it about meter and cadence and rythmn that makes their makers mad?