taking it slow when it happens so fast

on friday i woke up from five weeks of sleep. granted, i woke up at 5am. but i was awake and alive again. i went to therapy and physical therapy and the office.

saturday i showed an old friend from junior high (we dated for 24 hours and managed to wrangle his first kiss) around the lower east side while his long distance undefined boyfriend person was at work. we hit toys in babeland (waxed philosophical on the virtues of lube and buttplugs for pain free super fun anal sex), bluestockings book store, and the leslie lohman art gallery (technically soho) for "illegal to see: a portrait of hustler culture by amos badertscher". beautiful. simply beautiful. we ended the afternoon with pastries and coffee at venieros. all this walking was done without a cane.

sunday i found myself at babeland again. i bought a rock chick (thanks nadia and dacia) and a t-shirt and a nifty book on dungeon emergencies. but my favorite purchase was book two of small favors: girly porno comic collection. nadia (of kinky librarian fame) and my neighbor (who hasn't expressed a pseudonym preference yet) and i drooled over the girl on girl action as we munched tea sandwiches and vegan chili at teany's. then we hit dyke knitting circle at bluestockings books. this time i stocked up for the month with stone butch blues, choir boy, a book on alternative circles, the newest issue of bust (amy sedaris' lemon nipples are the bomb), and a dykes to watch out for i hadn't read. of course, they are now devoured except the circus book but it will be complete by this evening. stone butch blues is an amazing classic, and choir boy addresses trans issues in a dark humorous fiction somewhere between geek love and chuck pulahniuk (sp). i also met fellow knitter chris hampton of www.uffish.com and agreed to read at june's wysiwyg talent show (www.wysiwygtalentshow.org). so if you want to meet the real jane before she ditches the city for the texan humidity, now's your chance.

i spent this week taking care of the ailing dacia. had a nice routine of waking up, making her fresh jello, going to work and/or physical therapy, coming home exhausted at 5, crashing for a nap in her bed or on her couch, eating dinner, watching one or two movies, finishing a book, sleep, repeat. even with the tempered pace i was forced to stay home (dacia's home) and sleep all day thursday. so my body is delicate (like the southern flower i truly am).

the best news, though: i got in to grad school!!! i will be attending ut-houston's mph program this fall. that means i'll be heading south in july to the land of dishwashers and airconditioners and in-house laundry equipment. they also awarded me an awesome "outstanding new student" scholarship (you know, cause i'm outstanding) which covers nine credits (each) of my first three semesters and in-state tuition rates for all other credits and fees.

i turned in my letter of resignation to my office job (last day May 12th) and finally wrote my holiday letter/graduation announcement/last call for new york party invite. suddenly, everything's coming up roses.