June 29, 2002 | 10:01 AM

As I write this, my gal Suki is travelling back and forth from her end of town to mine t4o bring me her furniture. John just helped me hoist her (now my) lovely chairs and nightstand to our already overcrowded apartment. But in a month the furniture will be in my new swinging pad, and there will be enough room.

Suki will be coming back momentarily with a desk, dresser, TV, VCR, and vacuum cleaner. She is selling this to me for much less than I should be paying for it.

Because she is that kind of girl.

I am really, really really sad that she�s leaving. Yes I wish her well. Yes I know she�s doing the right thing for her, blah blah blah. But I am far more upset about her departure than I had anticipated. I�ve only known her a few months, and we met here in diaryland of all places. Shared cocktails and horror stories, drunken cab rides and indie rock shows. She�s cooked for me. We�ve emailed back and forth all day long at work.

She is my friend.

And I am really really going to miss her. She amuses me. Makes me laugh so I hard my belly aches. She is much kinder and more sensitive than she allows the world to see, and pistol whip smart. She is quite frankly one of my favorite people.

I hate that people always leave this city just as I am really growing to care about them.

So I say this to all you Chicago d-land folks out there�you better show her a damn good time.

Le sigh.

Now back to your regularly scheduled programming�