This morning Bigfoot read this smart take on Facebook relationships. It all ring very true, esp. boarding school dormitory feeling of Facebook coterie. DOC kind of like dormitory feeling too—thrilling banter as if find community of women all raped by same asshole, JD*.
Now Bigfoot remember thing from 1980s: boarding school roommate diabetic. Not remember girl name, but remember roommate need keep mini-fridge in room for insulin/Diet Coke, not apologize but kindly say know it take up space in way-too-tiny room but Bigfoot welcome store beverages in mini-fridge. Mini-fridge also useful for ladder up to top bunk.
Young Bigfoot so disappoint. Not like have sick roommate, even if get special privilege of chilled in-room beverages. Also roommate from Arizona, wanted roommate from Connecticut. Short and dark, wanted skinny and blonde, pref. deadhead w/ crocheted beret + hackysack. Also this roommate so many clothes, barely any room left in closet. And not cute clothes–more like Talbots when correct brand Bennetton and Laura Ashley.
Bigfoot not learn a blip about diabetes, not care, only think one more characteristic why this roommate a dud. Spend most of time in room down hall, singing along Squeeze Singles 45s and Under/practicing TM with cross country team/failing Chemistry/falling apart.
Filled with regret. Apologies, nameless roommate. (Must have been so happy day when cold-hearted Bigfoot drop out, move away!)
Meanwhile, Bubs pretty fairly somewhat OK #s all day yesterday—one low at school, a little high 12:30AM and 3AM, but so many nice sights: 100, 116, 97, 78, 123, all the hits. So improve over past few wretched days. Think good dose program in pump for moment, huge relief. Thank dormitory friend, 3D friend, DOC/Facebook friend. Grateful so many smart, kind people in world.
*Who think good idea name baby boy Juvenile Diabetes? No wonder become criminal.