So tonite I am a touch sad. We went to dinner tonite like all other nights it wasn't so odd to end up at the all you can eat salad buffet. But no tonite was much more different. Different because we sat and watched a young lady, who must have been in her 20s or so eat. Alot.

More than her 70 pound frame would allow.

She got up spent her time in the bathroom, and each person that followed her in and came out before her put their fingers to their mouths and made what we all would recognize as the perverbial vomit motion. Now what makes me so tremendously sad and bothers the hell out of me is that no one, not a single person, including myself reached out to her. Not that one person asking if she is ok would have made an iota of a difference, because eating disorders go much much deeper than any inquiry could have gotten, but maybe right?

Tommorrow when I get into work I am going to call someone and ask them what they would do in a situation like that. I work for a healthcare organization for gawdsake. Surely there is something that can be done for someone in that situation.

It broke my heart a just so much that seemingly no one did anything. Even in the bathroom someone couldn't say something? Maybe they did, I don't know I wasn't in there (even though my Mom wanted me to go and "wash (my) hands or something". But I know myself too well. I would want to fix the situation and honestly, there is no way.

Someone loves this girl I am sure, I have to hope that. Right?

In other news, the people that work at Borders down South are complete customer service morons. Don't get me wrong, I got the cds I wanted, two of the three magazines I wanted (hey Heeb has a Robert Crumb illustration on the cover!) but they couldn't tell me squat about Guilt & Pleasure, which is what I went in there for. Just idiots ran me all over the store but didn't even try to get my name or anything. Whatever. Dumb. (an aside to the bro: I got the prequel to the book by Christopher Moore you have and are going to send me... I will try and read it this weekend so I can send it to you... he is terrific by the way, I have a couple of his books, at least one I will send you. If you have a chance read Lamb, really amusing.)

I broke a tchtocke tonite, which bumms me out incredibly. I was putting some laundry away and the glass orbie jar thing my brother brought me back from a trip to Europe (that I loved) tumbled and fell and the top broke. Damnit. Damnit. Damnit. I should have known that it would happen. I wasn't being careful at all, just trying to get the damn laundry put away and swoosh just like that, its gone. Well not gone gone until the trash guy comes (I don't mean to sound glib) but you know. Gone. It pisses me off that I would be so not careful. Maybe its a sign I need to clear some crap out.