to do

1. call beth israel medical center to follow up on the many confusing tangles they have created on my behalf which require intervention from patient advocates and other high level administrators
2. pick up special item at tiffany.
3. write extremely low-etiquette ("low et") thank-you note to hostess of new hampshire.
4. buy queen size sheets already.
5. get divorced.
6. get a lamp for living room that throws lovely light to replace the one the cats destroyed. hurry.
7. find a new therapist. maybe.
8. email san francisco-based college pal who helped me to pass logic with an impressive c+.
9. send prescription to prescription arm of health insurance company who will (i) send me my script via postal mail, and (ii) by its existence, likely put small, mom-and-pop drug stores out of business, yet (iii) their prices are competitive, however (iv) current law favors this practice in such a way as to hamper truly fair competition, so it is (v) wrong, very (vi) wrong, but it is (vii) so bloody convenient that i can't help myself.
10. think about buying tickets to see alvin ailey by myself since i seem to be the only one who enjoys beautiful, lush, musical, deep movement-based dance instead of "dance" that is so conceptual that there is hardly any movement going on with the exception of large puppets or other ghastly, life-sized figures.
11. obtain raw, organic cashews.
12. hydrate.
13. discern the source of my current body rash.
14. feel angry that there is no trader joe store in the travel range of my monthly metro card.