Wednesday, 29 May 2002 | Three squares

Breakfast. I finally went to the proper dentist, the quick appointment helped along by a girl in high school who's now a dental hygenist. It was entirely uneventful, except for the fact that the dentist (whom I never saw) had nearly the same name as my cat, and that the form I was asked to fill out included the question: Do you plan to keep your teeth? Circle YES or NO.

Lunch. I took pictures of the political opponent of this man. Politicians are funny creatures to observe, always so careful and unnatural, so stiff and "sincere." They remember your name and shake your hand and give you red, white, and blue stickers bearing their name, and they always like you. It was fun, though, escaping the flourescent grid of office and standing in the sun while it was still directly overhead.

Dinner. I put some vegetables and pasta in an old grocery bag and chopped it all on a foreign cutting board with foreign knife. I cooked, for one, using unusual pots and pans on an alarmingly hot stove, without any cat claws piercing my thigh.