i thought the swiss were supposed to be neutral. if so, why does a swiss army even exist? and why do they make so darn many knives? these are the things that occur to me while waiting for prescriptions to be filled (non-psychotropic drugs, by the way) at the Walgreen’s. drifting up and down the aisles. still trying to find the perfect mascara. faithful that it exists. but it remains a mirage nonetheless. today, at school, a little girl came up to me and said, “do you have a boyfriend?” no. “do you have a spouse?” no. “are you pregnant?” um, no. “my mom is pregnant, and she is going to have a baby.” really? “yes, and one day, i’m going to be a woman, and i’m going to be pregnant, and i’m going to have a baby.” well, dear, it’s good to have goals.