Monday, July 31, 2006
I'm working on an application for a position at HUD for which I believe I am very well-qualified. However, turning that belief into actual words to answer the stupid KSAs is driving me BATTY!
Actually, KSAs in general drive me batty. I wonder if anyone ever reads them, or are they used as a means to weed out the lazier applicants?
The particular KSAs for this job are:
1. Knowledge of environmental, housing, or health and safety rules and regulations.
2. Ability to analyze and evaluate data and make recommendations or provide guidance based on the review and analysis of data.
3. Ability to effectively communicate and coordinate, both orally and in writing, with diverse stakeholders.
KSA 1 is super-easy. I tore through that one in about 5 minutes. KSA 2 and 3, on the other hand, are a lot harder. For 2, I don't really have any quantifiable experience. I mean, I look at numbers and make recommendations ... but I don't draw graphs and put it all into PowerPoint presentations or anything. And, for 3, once again, it seemed super-easy, but I'm having difficulty putting what I want to say into words (hmm ... yes, I'm such an effective communicator, like, y'know?).
Anyway, Bobby said last night that I should limit my response to 1/2 page each. Right now, "limiting" isn't the problem.
I was hoping to get this mailed out today, but more than likely, I'll have to take it to the Post Office tomorrow morning. The position closes on August 3rd. Wish me luck.
Saturday: Planned to get up early, go inline skating, go to farmer's market. In actuality, slept very late (10:30). Managed to drink coffee before having to leave. Left house around noon to run errands. Went to Christal's house to check her mail, water her plants, and goof around on her computer for awhile. Shopped on 14th St - bought (expensive) silk scarf for mother's 65th birthday; bought (expensive) funky t-shirt to wear to Darryl's crazy party later that night. Went to Mike's house for afternoon pizza party. Drank lots. Ate loads. Mike got a headache. Didn't want to go to Darryl's crazy party. I didn't want to go by myself. Ended up back at my house (with Mike) watching movies and ... um ... "watching movies."
Sunday: Slept in. Brunch at Austin Grill. Walked dogs with Mike [He's dog-sitting again]. Came home. Took nap on sofa (with Mike). Woke up at 5:30. Rushed around like crazy. Met Steve and Bobby and Robert at Thai Chef at 6. Ate. Drank. Came home. Worked on job application. Went to bed.
So, today is Meat-free Monday. I have loads of leftovers to eat, so I may post a picture of those. I feel like cooking Chinese later on this week, so I may post those pics too [since I feel like I'm slacking today with leftovers]. Anyway, do your part for the environment and enjoy a meat-free meal today! *meat-free smooches* to all that do :-)
Friday, July 28, 2006
I mean, really, a guy is only "allegedly gay" until some compromising StickSteven photos come to light.
In a brilliant flash of insight, I decided to organize my work email account and, in the process, managed to delete every single email in my Inbox. I, then, had to go through the "Deleted Email" file to determine which emails were worthy of being saved and filed and which should be erased forever. This took HOURS. [Apparently, I have been neglecting my Inbox since late 2004.]
Now, I'm going to lunch. When I return ... the "Sent Items" file beckons.
Update: What I got for lunch - mushroom quesadilla, spicy thai kettle chips, tea, heatstroke. It's a gabillion degrees outside. celsius. I may never leave the office again.
Darryl's happy hour last night was fun. I get there at 5:30, as we agreed. Naturally, he sends me a text message at 5:27 saying he'll be there at 6. *bah* I should've known to be half an hour late. *bah*
2 greyhounds and some sort of mystery free round of birthday shots later, Mike, Tomoko, Robert and I headed to Luna Cafe for a late dinner. Spinach and mushroom melt. Yum. I had a glass of wine there, which I am blaming for the headache.
Then, Mike and I walked back to his place to pick up a change of clothes. On the way to my place we had the worst train luck EVER! We *just* missed a train at Shaw-Howard and had to wait 15 minutes. Then, at the Fort Totten transfer, we *just* missed another train and had to wait 18 minutes. Fortunately, we did manage to catch the last bus to my house at 12:05. YAY!
It was too late to watch the movie as planned, so we talked for a bit, showered, and went to bed. er. "bed."
I'm feeling a little weird about us, right now. I'm not even sure if I can verbalize it, or if I even know what it is, but it feels like he has these expectations/ preconceived notions of who I am. When I'm not that person or I don't act the way he thinks I should, he seems disappointed. We talked about a lot of "stuff" while in transit to my place. I felt like I was constantly being critiqued ... and falling short.
It's probably my insecurities more than anything ... but most of the conversation made me feel uncomfortable and under attack. I didn't like it.
At least the sex was good, though.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Apparently, someone was being given the big old Federal Government Run Around until he reached an Assistant Administrator at the EPA, who tracked his original question to us and attempted to blame us for all of this guy's worldly problems.
Of course, our Project Officer was in a meeting, so we couldn't find out what the heck was going on until a few minutes ago.
As it turns out, the guy emailed us a question asking for a document we don't have. We referred him to the docket (public records office). They said they didn't have the document. So, this guy [a lawyer *geh*] gets all huffy and makes a big stink.
Fortunately, my boss could prove to our PO that we were correct in sending him to the docket. Now, it's all their fault. Ha ha ha.
I felt so blobulous from eating an entire Chipotle burrito that I couldn't even think about more food. When I got home, I made a martini, had some tortilla chips with salsa, and -finally- finished reading The Weather Makers.
I did a load of laundry. Yay! Clean clothes. When I pulled out one of my brand spankin' new pairs of pants out of the washer, it looked like it had a spot on it, as if someone had spilled bleach on it. GAH! I was a little peeved and I steamed and stewed until it came out of the dryer.
And the spot was gone. Maybe I imagined it? Or it was concentrated lint? I have no idea. And I don't care - my new pants aren't ruined! YAY!
I started to get a little hungry around 9, so that's when I ate the baby carrots. Yum. Then, I watched a DVD. Around 10, I decided to turn in. I figured I should go to bed a little early last night because I'm hoping to be up late tonight [wink wink nudge nudge].
Of course, it would be the one night this week that Mike calls. Ha! He woke me up - sort of. I was in that almost asleep/kind of groggy-dreamy state when I answered the phone. We talked for a bit. He was telling me about the challenge for last night's Project Runway. I wonder who won [No, don't tell me ... if I can't take it, I'll check out the website].
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
VUBOQ has eaten an entire Chipotle burrito.
And, it only took 3.5 hours!!!
As some of you may know, usually when I order a Chipotle burrito, I eat half of it for lunch and then have the other half for dinner. Today, I was unusually hungry around 11, so I ate lunch earlier than normal. Then, around 2, I was hungry again. So I ate the rest of the burrito.
Maybe I should go purge now.
I always have been.
In fact, there's a cute story from when I was around 5 or 6 that my parents like to tell ad infinitum:
My older brother and I were rough-housing in our bedroom, and I pushed him off the bed [a year or so later, he would get revenge by pushing me face first off the top of a sliding board]. In the process, his glasses broke. As punishment, my parents made me pay for half of the cost of fixing his glasses.
In tears, I went upstairs to get my cigar box stuffed with cash. As I slowly counted out the money, tears streamed down my face and I said, "I love my money."
And I still do.
Now, though, I have a lot more bills than I did when I was 6, so saving is more difficult. I force myself to save by having money automatically deposited into my online savings account. It's not much (usually $100/month), but it adds up.
After buying my home in November, and pretty much depleting my savings for the down payment, I have finally built those savings back up to an (almost) comfortable level [which for me is 2 months' living expenses].
Today, a friend asked to borrow a fairly substantial amount of money. He told me he could pay me back next week. I had to think about it for awhile, because this month has been a little more expensive than others. I already had to transfer some money from savings to checking to insure that my bills don't bounce. And, this friend has a reputation of not always keeping his promises.
In the end, I am a girl who can't say no. I'm not using the money, and I won't miss it if he never pays it back (although I'm sure he will pay me back ... eventually). So I wrote out a check and transferred some more money to savings to cover it.
Maybe my attitude towards money has changed some since I was 6.
"It's a big one. She'll be 65."
"I think you should come home. Check your calendar to see if you can fly down one weekend in August."
"Uh. [pause] OK."
"We'll keep it a secret. Here's your mother."
Home. What is home? How do we as individuals define our home? Is it where we grew up? Where our parents live? Where we live?
Every time one of my parents asks me to come "home," I want to say to them, "I am HOME!" I love where I live. I love my cute little co-op. I love being by the park. I love living so close to the District. I've lived here longer than I've lived anywhere in my life (rapidly approaching 7 years in the DC/Metro Area). This area is my home.
So, when my parents refer to their house as my home, I feel insulted, like they consider where I live now to be a temporary place, a blip on the long road of my existance, like their house will always be my home until I'm married (ha!) with 2.1 children (ha!) and living in a house with a white picket fence (ha!) and an SUV in the garage (ha!).
My parents' house is in Waynesville, NC. They've lived there for less time than I've lived here. I only know a few other people in the town. I don't know fun places to go or interesting places to eat. I have no connection to it at all. Yet, their house is "home." Mine is merely a house.
I suppose I'm making a mountain out of a homehill though. It's probably habit, something they are used to saying. Eventually, they will realize that their house isn't my home. And, then I can stop mentally screaming at them.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
TB100 asked two questions; however, since I have never "messed around" with a girl [beyond very simple making out - and that has only happened maybe twice?], I can only respond to his inquiry about the first time I got drunk.
It was a slightly snowy Saturday night in October of my Senior Year in High School.
Our marching band entered a contest at Appalachian State University in Boone, NC. My brother was a sophomore there, so my friend, Brian, and I asked if we could spend the weekend with him - to get a taste of college life. To our amazement, our parents thought it was a good idea.
After the contest (our band didn't do very well, but the Drum Majors -meaning ME and, my friend, Roya- won a third place trophy! Go us!), Brian and I headed over to my brother's dorm room. We hung out there for awhile and then went to dinner. Later, we went to the apartment of one of my brother's friends. That is where I had my first taste of that yummy elixir of life, gin!
Gin and 7-Up. Yum. I took a few sips and said, "It tastes like I'm drinking pine trees." I drank a lot of pine trees that night. I don't remember much of what else happened ... we went to some parties; we went dancing; I woke up curled in one of those big papasan chairs in my brother's room. Hm. How did I get there?
Fortunately, with youth comes easy intoxication and rather mild hangovers. Even given that fun experience, I only had alcohol one more time during that year (on another band trip, actually).
College, on the other hand, was an entirely different story ...
On my first day of high school, I wore a neon yellow shortsleeve shirt and pin-striped blue jeans. The girl who sat directly behind me in homeroom wore a shirt the exact same color! Her name was Benetta Dease and, for the next four years, we were in the same homeroom and always referred to ourselves as twins.
If I remember correctly, my class schedule was -
1st Period: Honors English I - I can't remember the teacher's name, but she loved Romeo and Juliet and sometimes carried a purse shaped like a pig. My classmates and I would always discuss the previous afternoon's Santa Barbara before class began.
2nd Period: Geometry - The teacher had a beard. I hate math.
3rd Period: US History - Mr. Hierle (sp?) was the teacher. He was excellent.
4th Period: Band - Taught by Mr. Alred. The less said about him the better.
5th Period: Health/P.E. - My two most favorite subjects. cough. cough. gag.
6th Period: Freshman Biology - with one of my favorite high school teachers, Mrs. Elcock. She's one of the reasons I wanted to teach high school biology.
Back in my diary-x EnviroBoi incarnation, I wrote an entry about my first boycrush. However, as we all know, diary-x crashed and burned along with everyone's entries. My backup entries are archived on my dead laptop. I searched through the 45-pages or so of entries I managed to rescue from various search engines' cache files here at work, but the "first crush" entry isn't there. *sigh*
I was quite proud of that particular entry. Knowing that I may never find it again is a little depressing. Anyway, rather than recreating it, I decided to write about a later boycrush.
Many, many years ago, I was not the towering pillar of VUBOQian confidence you see before you. In fact, in Junior High School, I was a tiny little shriveled mess of prepubescence. I tried to blend into the background, to be unnoticed and ignored. I was rarely successful.
I think children of Junior High School age can smell weakness.
Anyway, my family had recently moved to a new town, and I was starting 7th grade at a new school. I knew no one. I absolutely hated it. The bus ride to school was torture. Until one day, a couple of months into the school year, a new 8th grader boarded the bus and said, "Do you mind if I sit with you?"
Of course not. His name was Darren. His family had recently moved to the area as well. We immediately hit it off. We talked. We laughed. I actually looked forward to riding the bus to school. He was tall and tan, with golden brown hair and amber eyes.
He had a big crush on this trailer park trash chick, Tommie (what.ever). I tried to sympathize as much as I could, while thinking "but what about MEEEE?"
We went to separate schools the following year and temporarily lost touch. When I started 9th grade, the school district reorganized and, once again, we were at the same school. We would talk at band practice, but never really hung out as much as we did in Junior High.
[Until we were drum majors together during my Junior year, but that's another story.]
Come to think of it, I may have blogged about Darren previously ... hm ...
I still have two more "suggestions" to finish and post today. Stay tuned for all the excitement!
Suprisingly, given how much hate and venom I spew now, I can't really think of anyone in particular I disliked when I was a small boy. I vaguely remember a boy in cub scouts when I was around 8 or 9, but I can't remember why I didn't like him or, actually, anything about him other than his name - Greg.
The next person I can remember actively disliking was a kid named Paul Smith (I think. I'm pretty sure Smith was his last name. Not so sure about the first name. Actually, wait, Paul Smith was the cute friend of the guy I disliked. Hm. What was the guy's name? Bah. I can't remember. Let's call him "Frankenstein.").
Anyway, my family moved to Stallings, NC, when I was 10. We lived there for a very, very long two years. I hated Stallings. It was flat and boring and hot and humid and smelled like a sewer. I suppose most of the people who lived there were nice enough, but *BLEAH*.
Frankenstein was the son of friends of my parents from their college days. He was a year older than I, and I have no idea why he didn't like me. In fact, I don't remember ever having an actual conversation with him. He was a classic bully. He liked to tease me and he -so I heard from my brother- liked to talk bad about me to his friends.
Then, as now, what people think of me is not very high on my List of Important Things in My Life. I don't even think I understood half of the names he was calling me. So, I ignored him and went on my merry (er ... mary) way.
It was harder to ignore his super-cute friend though.
Like he said, it was a easy, fun Summer read. I enjoyed it.
However, there was one scene stuck in my head and was driving me bananas for completely stupid reasons. I wish I had remembered to bring the book with me so I could quote the passage directly. I shall try my best to recreate it ...
Justin, the ex-gay super Christian, and his wife, Abby, having won a challenge in Beppu, Japan (which, coincidentally is near where I used to live), hop into a cab to race to the airport.
And, then, the part which drove me crazy ...
"Hijouku," Justin said to the cab driver, using the Japanese word for "airport." blah blah blah.
And, what's my problem with this scene?
Hijouku isn't the Japanese word for "airport." My mind started wandering around the word. Did the author use an incorrect word on purpose? To bring the arrogant Justin down a few pegs? I tried to remember the correct word for "airport."
Hm. I ran through my rapidly fading Japanese vocabulary ... well, hikouki is the word for "airplane," maybe the author meant hikouku, and hijouku was a minor typo. I internally debated the typo vs. intentional mistake for quite some time as I continued to read the book.
Then, this morning, on my walk to work, I suddenly thought, "Wait. The Japanese word for 'airport' is kukou." I don't think I've ever heard anyone refer to an airport as a hikouku. Admittedly, I'm not an expert in Japanese, so hikouku could be a more formal word or an older word that is still used in "help foreigners speak Japanese" guidebooks.
Like I said, it was a stupid little minor point that kept racing around my head. I hate it when that happens. Fortunately, it didn't prevent me from enjoying the rest of the book, which was a nice break from the heavier stuff I had been reading. Now, it's back to that. I would like to finish The Weather Makers this week as well.
So, throughout the day, I'm going to be attempting to answer some of your childhood memory suggestions from yesterday. Stay tuned for fascinating updates.
Monday, July 24, 2006
I'm blogging right now to keep from falling asleep. I don't know how I'm going to make it until 5PM. I'm already very close to the 83.09 cups of instant coffee it will take to kill me. And I need more. More caffeine. More. Caffeine. Good.
Anyway, I have spent the last 15 minutes trying to think of an interesting story from my childhood to tell you. I can't think of one. Mostly because my brain isn't working. Thus, I give you the ...
VUBOQ Is So Tired He Can't Think of Any Interesting Stories About His Childhood to Tell You, So You, His Readers, Should Make Some Suggestions Meme.
If you need a little help to get you started, here's a template-suggestion-thingy you may use:
VUBOQ, tell us about the time you were [age] and you [blank].
Leave any ideas/suggestions/questions in the comments section (assuming Blogger lets you).
*many happy smooches*
Baja Fresh Grilled Veggie Burrito "Enchilado" Style. More than likely, I'll have half for lunch and the other half for dinner tonight. Cheese. Yum.
A Long Weekend Full of Fun, Excitement, and the Disappointing Discovery that I Don't Always Follow the Third Agreement
Friday night. I stayed in. Ran out of gin. Watched DVDs. Knitted.
Saturday. I got up early. Had my haircut and reblonded (see photo below). Bought lottery tickets (I didn't win). Blobbed around the house. Went to a birthday party with Mike.
Sunday. Eventually got up. Ate "breakfast" (Is it still breakfast if you eat it at 1:30PM?). Met Tomoko and Robert at the National Gallery of Art. Saw the Henri Rousseau exhibit. Mike joined us at Alero. Drank many margaritas. Ate liquid cheese. Sat in the Circle. Walked around DC with Mike. Went back to Mike's. Watched Miss Universe (really just to see the Project Runway-designed evening gown). Discovered I had made an incorrect assumption.* Got on the 70 bus at 11:40PM. Arrived in Silver Spring at 12:23. Home at 12:45. In bed at 1.
very very very very very very tired.
*As some of you will remember from a previous post, I am reading a book Mike gave me, The Four Agreements. The Third Agreement is Don't Make Assumptions.
So, last night, as we were walking a bus goes by, and he says, "Do you mind if we take the bus? I've got to use the bathroom." We hop on the bus and ride to his house. We're watching TV and talking. One of his roommates comes and goes. I look at the time (11:30) and say that it's getting late. Mike says, "You didn't think you were staying over tonight, did you?"
Um. Well ... Not anymore. So, I say, "Um. Well ... [pause] ... I didn't have any thoughts one way or the other [lie]." OK. Yes, I know I should have said that, yes, I had assumed because he suggested taking the bus back to his place that I would be staying over, because a) it was getting late and b) ... hm ... I can't think of a (b).
However, he starts giving me this long explanation about how he needs to clean his room (he does) and how the boyfriend of one of his roommates has been spending a lot of time at the house and how he doesn't want the roommate to think that because I stay over sometimes his boyfriend can stay there all the time... blah blah blah ... whatever.
I was a little peeved. The metro had -more than likely- already stopped running. So, I had to take a bus. He walked me to the bus stop and waited with me until it arrived. The bus was crowded and stopped frequently and it took me forever to get home.
I realize that my peevedness is not directed towards Mike. Rather, I'm peeved at myself for making an assumption I shouldn't have. I should have asked what his plans for the evening were. I didn't. I only have myself to blame for being so cranky this morning.
It would be a heckuvalot better if I could blame him though.
**Adendum: Don't forget it's Meat-Free Monday (or Tuesday if you're in Australia)! Do your part for the environment by enjoying a delicious meat-free meal today! *meat-free smooches* to all those who do!!!
Friday, July 21, 2006
That's what my whoppingly huge "merit increase" comes to. So, every two weeks I'm seventeen dollars and thirty-seven cents richer. woo hoo. I'll try not to spend it all in one place. Except, wait, I already did. Curse that J Crew End of Season Summer Clearance sale!
Yesterday, I bought a book! Yay! This one. I felt that, after reading lots of depressing books on climate change and still trudging through a couple of biographies, I needed to read something a little less heavy. Billy recommended it. He reviewed it on his blog.
The book's price was $23.95. However, because I have a Borders Membership Card thing, I got an extra 20% off. AND, because I have a Borders VISA Card that gives me $5 in Reward Certificates for every $500 I charge, I only paid ... wait for it ... $0.12! BARGAIN!
[Or, if you want to look at it in the whole glass is half empty way - $2000.12.]
Which brings us to my credit card philosophy ... When I apply for a credit card, I look for one that a) has no annual fee and b) gives me things for "free." Then, I charge practically everything! With the Borders VISA I get a "free" book or CD or DVD about every 2 or 3 months. Sweet!
The catch is this: You *MUST* pay off your credit card every month! No carrying a balance!
And, why is that, you ask? Because the no-annual-fee-give-you-things-for-free credit cards charge OUTRAGEOUS interest. If you pay the card off every month, you don't get charged the interest! Simple, right? It does require some careful budgeting though. Fortunately, I like keeping a budget. It's nice to know where my money goes (mostly to booze and food). OK, everybody I'm off my soapbox now and I hope you have hopped on the Budget Bandwagon.
Back to last night ...
I met Mike at Macaroni Grill in Silver Spring at 7:30. Mikes's former roommate had given him a $25 Gift Card, so, even though neither of us had ever eaten there before, we thought we'd give it a try. It was pretty good for a chain restaurant. Loads of food. I'll be having the rest of my eggplant parm for lunch today. We had a good talk about how our relationship is progressing, too, I think.
After dinner, I asked if he wanted to come back to my place. He didn't. We talked some more and decided we'd go to his house. We got there around 10:30 and watched Project Runway 3 (I really really do not like Vincent. That man will say or do anything not to be eliminated) with one of his roommates. We went to bed around 12. Had a little "fun."
I had to get up at 6 this morning to get home and to work on time. Ugh. It was so hard. I really could've stayed in bed for another few hours, and Mike wasn't helpful. "Why don't you show up late," he said. Tempting. But, no.
So, here I am. Still a little groggy. Drinking coffee like there's no tomorrow. And hoping the end of the day comes quickly.
Happy Friday, everybody.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
The subject was my "relationship" with Mike. One friend stated simply, "all things must end." While true, the question is when will the end come? Tomorrow? Next year? When one of us dies? The other friend, commenting on the rebound aspect, said that once I fully recover from the breakup with John, I will end things with Mike - be it in one month, three months, or maybe as long as a year. He went on to say that Mike will be crushed.
I'm not in the habit of crushing people [although I have -unintentionally- done it in the past], and what he said has been bothering me a lot.
I know I started seeing Mike because it was fun and I needed a diversion. As time passes, I feel myself becoming more attached to him. I've been holding out this stupid little hope that even though we are "just hanging out" and "having fun" that -maybe- given time, a *real* relationship could happen. Whatever the hell a *real* relationship is ...
Which brings us to the Third Agreement ... even though I've tried to communicate more openly with Mike than I have with others, I am still making assumptions about how he feels about me and what he expects. I must figure out how to broach the subject without coming off as ... as ... desperate? clingy? needy?
And, now for something completely different ...
If you could have sex with any superhero, who would it be?
My first choice: Green Lantern (either Hal Jordan or John Stewart)
My second choice: Aquaman
Not much exciting is happening. Supposedly having dinner tonight with Mike, but I have no idea what time. I called. He never called back. *eh* Either we go to dinner or I stay home to knit. Right now, both options are equally appealing. [Can you feel the crankiness?]
Last night, I watched a couple of DVDs, vacuumed the house, did two loads of laundry (clean sheets!), and worked on a hat. I ate the other half of my Subway sandwich for dinner.
After I went to bed, I read a little bit more of the book Mike loaned me, The Four Agreements by don Miguel Ruiz. If you can trudge through most of the New Age metaphysical crap, the core message of the book seems to be pretty good.
Yesterday, I read the third agreement: Don't Make Assumptions
Find the courage to ask questions and to express what you really want. Communicate with others as clearly as you can to avoid misunderstandings, sadness and drama. With just this one agreement, you can completely transform your life.I have a big problem with clearly communicating/expressing my wants and needs. As I look back on my relationship with the Cheating Cheater who Cheated Cheatfully, I think a lot of the problems stemmed from our lack of communication and me making assumptions about the relationship - like "Agreeing to unprotected sex means that both partners will be monogamous."
A dangerous, but, in my mind, valid assumption. Apparently, John felt differently. Apparently a lot of people feel differently. I had no idea. I guess my relationship naivete colored my perceptions. From now on, I will work harder at clearly stating what I want and expect in my relationships.
I have some thoughts on the other agreements, too. Maybe I'll share them later.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
You scored a total of 17.
You appear to be experiencing some very mild depressive symptoms, most of which are commonly found amongst the general population. It is unclear as to whether you suffer these problems severely enough to need to seek further diagnosis and treatment of them.
However, an 18 would mean borderline depression! This is all John's fault. Grrr.
I also have borderline mania. [I blame the recent online shopping sprees and thinking about sex with Mike all the time.]
As far as alcoholism is concerned:
Your alcohol usage exceeds safe-use guidelines, either in terms of how much alcohol you are consuming, or in terms of how your alcohol consumption appears to be affecting your behavior. While you may not be an alcoholic, you are drinking too much and are definitely at risk for health and social problems. You are urged to drink less each time you drink, and to drink less frequently.
Nice to know I'm not completely fucked up.
Actually, it wasn't all that great of an entry, so I won't bother recreating it. I will keep the thoughts that inspired it floating around my head for a few days, so maybe it will return in a different form. We'll see ...
Meanwhile, my disturbing dreams seem to have ceased. Mike suggested that before I fall asleep, I should tell myself that I'm going to have a restful sleep with good dreams and wake up refreshed. I've tried it the past few nights. Although my dreams are still very vivid, they have not been overly traumatic. Always a good thing.
Lunch break in 15 minutes. I have no idea what I want to eat. Maybe a sandwich. From Subway? From Whole Foods? Augh. The dilemma.
2. Yesterday was a Code Red day for Ozone levels in the DC/Metro area, which meant FREE BUSES! WOO HOO! Which meant, I didn't arrive at work as a drippy sweaty puddle! YAY!
3. Today is laundry day!
4. Mike and I are going out to dinner tomorrow. Yay!
5. Breakfast at Tiffany's is showing at the AFI Silver this weekend. According to some people, I should see it.
6. Thank you to everyone who responded to my shameless request for ego-stroking yesterday. *smooch*
7. That's all.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
10,000 hits! So excited. What would I ever do without Statcounter [and YOU my loyal readers/friends]?
As I mentioned previously, I plan to send a prize to my 10,000th visitor: According to Statcounter, you are from Columbia, Maryland and linked to my blog through Synaptic Discharge at 09:54:50. I have your IP address, so leave a comment and I can work on a prize for you :-)
Meanwhile, I need a little more ego-stroking, so to celebrate the big 10K, I'm requesting everyone who visits my blog today to leave a comment here or a blogpost on your blog [10,000 words or less] responding to one of these prompts:
1. Why, I, like, totally *heart* VUBOQ
2. Everything I Need to Know I Learned from VUBOQ
OK. Get to it.
At some point today, I'm pretty sure that I'll get my 10,000th hit! Woo hoo! I'll try to use my Statcounter to determine who it is, but leave a comment if you think it's you! That would be most helpful.
AudioPost (see previous entry) seemed to work successfully. Now, you all know a) how goofy I sound and b) what a total cheeseball I am. I felt like I was channeling Nathalie Dupree during the post.
Here's the promised picture:
I didn't do much of anything else last night. I watched Midnight Cowboy and knitted for a bit. Fun times.
More later. *smooch*
Monday, July 17, 2006
1) I'm a total covers hog, and
2) When I am being a total covers hog, the ass of the person with whom I am sharing the bed becomes like ICE. K-brrr.
And, although he does remember me saying "Your ass is FREEZING," he claims not to remember me nearly punching him earlier that morning.
As most of you know, I've been having disturbing dreams lately. Not nightmares, per se, simply very vivid, sometimes violent or scary, dreams which wake me up. Saturday night (or early Sunday morning), I dreamed that my home was under attack. People were breaking in the windows and surging through the house.
I tried to fight them off, but had to run upstairs to escape. I entered a bedroom. Inside, there was a man about to molest a young boy. I immediately made a fist and pulled my arm back so I could knock the living bejeebus out of him. Just as I was about to throw the punch, I jerked awake.
I was sitting up in bed, with my arm cocked, ready to hit Mike as he slept. I think my movement woke him up. He opened his eyes. I told him I'm sorry and we both went back to sleep. He doesn't remember any of it. I remember it all.
In other news, I'm thinking of giving a prize to my 10,000th visitor. I hope it's *you*! Stay tuned.
M: I forgot to buy deodorant today.
V: That's because you are Thinky. Thinky people don't remember little things. They are too busy thinking about big, important, thinky things.
V: I, on the other hand, am Pretty. I spend my time being Pretty and sometimes thinking about the little things, like buying your toothpaste.
M: Yeah. I wouldn't have that either, if you hadn't remembered.
V: Maybe the best relationships are ones that have a good balance of Pretty and Thinky?
M: You're being kind of Thinky right now though.
V: See? That's it. It's like Yin and Yang, at the heart of Pretty is a core of Thinky and at the heart of Thinky is a core of Pretty. You have the Pretty within you. You just have to find it.
V: I could be on to something here.
PS. Partial credit for this emerging new philosophy should go to the fabulicious Jake, who initially pointed out the contrasting nature of Thinkiness and Prettiness.
Friday night, I met Robert, his friend, Margot, and Darryl for happy hour at Gazuza. 3 $6 apple martinis later, Darryl and Margot had to leave. Robert and I met Tomoko and Mike. We went to Bua Thai for dinner. Drunken noodle. Yum.
I spent the night at Mike's, where we watched Project Runway 3, episode 1. WOO HOO! And did some "other stuff" too ;-) ;-)
Saturday afternoon, Mike met a friend to go to the newly renovated National Portrait Gallery and I headed home. I met them later in Chinatown for dinner. Sichuan Tofu. Yum. Friend left and Mike ended up back at my place.
Sunday afternoon, I went to Eastern Market to the yarn shop. I needed several new pairs of needles and some yarn. Unfortunately, they only had one size of needle that I wanted. bah. Then, Robert, Tomoko and I converged at Mike's for veggie pizza (yum) and Sordid Lives. He drove me home around 10:30. We hung out for a bit. Then, he left.
And, that was my weekend. Chock full of excitement, huh?
Lessee ... in other exciting news, at some point this week, I should reach 10,000 page hits! WOO HOO! Notwithstanding the fact that about 9,000 of those hits are my own, I think it's a momentous event which should be celebrated. I'm still working out how.
The heat index today is supposed to reach 105 degrees today. If I never post again, it will be because I have melted.
And, don't forget today is Meat-Free Monday! Do your part for the environment and enjoy a Meat-Free Meal today! many *meat-free smooches* for those of you that do!
Friday, July 14, 2006
Two of the things that bugged me about the movie:
1. Why didn't the director make up his mind about when the movie was taking place?
Like, um, the computers were antiquated, but the cellphones all had cameras? What up with that? Nothing matched. It was like he took every time period available and mashed it into one anachronistic era. I found that extremely distracting.
2. The Kid
The whole Superman as Dad thing completely blew my mind. I mean, really, didn't he use a condom? Or do you think he has SuperOrgasm powers and the condom was ripped to shreds.
And, if he has such amazing orgasms, why didn't they just blast through Lois Lane? Does he have that much control? Maybe he knew about Kegel exercises?
And how far do you think a SuperOrgasm would go?
I also find it hard to believe that a liberated, independent woman like Lois Lane wasn't on the Pill and that she didn't insist on other types of birth control as well [Not that birth control is 100% effective all the time, but still ...].
Hm ... maybe I should just go back to being pretty for awhile.
This is an event for "Down Brothers." For those of you who cannot make it; I will miss you and maybe next year!
I immediately emailed Mike:
Does this mean that the brothers have to be covered in feathers?
Silly. It means they must be stuffed with feathers.
The image of all those down-filled men (soft and warm, but a little prickly) makes me laugh every time I think about it.
Anyway, Mike and I went to see Superman Returns last night. I think I would have enjoyed it more if
1) it was not 6 and half hours long,
2) the girl in the seat next to me had not spent half the movie text messaging, then calling someone on her cell phone [fortunately, my "Teacher Glare of Death" still works and she stopped], and
3) the differently abled [special needs? What is the correct term these days?] teenager who kept laughing during inappropriate scenes, babbling loudly, and running up and down the stairs throughout the film had been better behaved.
Other than that, a rather enjoyable film ... I could've probably waited to see it on DVD though.
The movie ended around 11:15. I invited Mike back to my place, but he declined. Yes, I was rejected. Apparently, I am *not* all that. In all seriousness, he wanted to (so he said), but ... well, there were a lot of reasons - 0ne of which brought back some old fears; mainly, that I live too far away ... from everyone. *sigh*
I walked him to the Metro station. We kissed good night, which I'm sure scandalized the population, and I walked home.
He might be joining me for happy hour or dinner tonight. We may be going somewhere on Saturday. And, there's some sort of amorphous plan for a Sunday movie night planned at his place with Robert and Tomoko. Later, maybe there will be "watching movies."
Also, possible audioblogging tomorrow. We'll see how it goes.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
When you send the thinky man you are
What do I think? What do I think?
I'm the pretty one. I'm not supposed to think.
or, I Think I Mixed Two Metaphors There ... Maybe Even Three ...
I don't think I've ever tried to explain my religious beliefs in this forum. Probably because I haven't completely explained them to myself yet.
I'm not overly conflicted about religion, like some people I know. However, having a Methodist minister for a father and attending church very regularly for the first 18 years of my life has greatly impacted/ influenced my belief system.
Currently, I classify myself as a non-practicing Christian. To me, that means I try to live by Christian ideals/morals/values without all the worshipping the invisible guy in the sky and his son whose mother was a virgin (uh-huh. right. and so am I) and who was killed but then came back from the dead (hm. yeah. I have problems with that too).
Well, I have problems with literal interpretation, at least. My parents taught me to think critically about issues. My education in the sciences taught me to search for proof, to hypothesize, to test, and to draw rational conclusions from the facts. When you apply this to Christianity -and to other religions- it comes up short. I think it's the faith part of the Faith that I lack.
Which leaves me with trying to live a Christ-like life (y'know, turning water into wine *heh*) without actually believing in any of the Christian mumbojumbo Holy Trinity crap.
I try to treat others with respect. I try to respect myself. I try to help people who need help. But, mostly, I try to be the best person I can be. Most of the time, I fail. But, I keep working at it. When I die, maybe in three days I'll rise from the dead, but more than likely my body will return from whence it came - dirt. Food for worms. A natural part of the cycle of life. I like that.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Somehow, I doubt hate plays a big part of what their particular god/supreme being expects.
Faiths in Jerusalem United Over Gay March
For those of you who can't link through to the WaPo, here are a few choice quotes:
"We consider this offensive and harmful to the religious integrity of the city," said Sheik Taissir Tamimi, head of the Islamic court in the West Bank and Gaza Strip. "This group of homosexuals, we consider them impure," he said.
"The evil are coming upon (Jerusalem) to desecrate its honor and to humiliate its glory with acts that the Torah despises and that are despised by all the religions," [Rabbi Shlomo]Amar wrote [in a letter to Pope Benedict XVI]. "In addition, they also want to negatively influence babies, children and teenagers, to ruin them and bring them down the path of destruction."
"People on the one hand talk about the holiness of Jerusalem and at the same time are speaking in unacceptable ways against the dignity of other human beings," he [Hagai Elad, executive director of the Jerusalem Open House for Pride and Tolerance, which is organizing the event]added. "How that contributes to the holiness of Jerusalem is something that I don't understand."
In more heartening news: HIV/AIDS Patients Get 1st Once-Daily Pill
As I peeked over my covers towards one of my closets, I saw the creepy evil character from Ju-on (The Grudge) hovering over me. GAH!
36-years-old and still cowering under the covers, trying to convince myself that a) the creepy evil character from Ju-on isn't really there and 2) um? hello? she's a movie character; she doesn't really exist anyway.
Eventually, I fell back into a fitful sleep, but once it got a little lighter, I checked again to make sure she wasn't there.
Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
Oh, how I wish he'd go away
--William Hughes Mearns
Tonight is the season premiere of Project Runway 3 on Bravo. It starts at 9PM with a one hour casting special, followed by the first show. I do not have cable. I can not watch.
On the bright side, Mike has offered (ok, "offered" in the sense that I'm making him do it) to TiVo it for me! YAY! I can watch it at his place sometime this weekend! YAY! So, no one may blog about Project Runway 3 until after I watch it. Promise?
Or, at least, put a *spoiler alert* at the beginning of the post.
We're going to see Superman Returns tomorrow night. I need to look up the schedule. I think he's coming to Silver Spring to watch it.
In other news, Mush showed me the wonders that are audioblogger this week. I may attempt an audioblog post this weekend (so you can finally hear how gay I actually sound).
To close on a sad note, after listening to a reporter on NPR call a man in his (I think) early 30s "middle-aged," I noticed as I was shaving that I have a few gray whiskers. I decided to refer to them as blond. That makes me feel better about it.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Meanwhile, not being able to obsessively check statcounter and my flickr photos every few minutes is driving me crazy.
And my eyes are starting to go all wonky. I think I need to change my disposable contacts soon.
Later, I realized I was being completely stupid. Savanna Baboons. Duh. Mornings, Pre-Coffee, are not my best time of day. The book sounds interesting, very Jane Goodall-esque. Or, perhaps, Gorillas in the Mist-ish. The book begins with the line:
I had never planned to become a savanna baboon when I grew up; instead, I had always assumed I would become a mountain gorilla.
--A Primate's Memoir: A Neuroscientist's Unconventional Life Among the Baboons
I began to create my own sentence ... I had never planned to become a supervisor of the most boring EPA hotline ever when I grew up; instead, I had always assumed I would become a ... a ...
and, that's where I got stuck.
I have never "always" thought I would be anything. My career path has never pointed in one unerring direction. When I was a child, I wanted to be a police officer and a firefighter and an astronaut. In late elementary school, I read a book about a man who became one of my heroes, George Washington Carver, and I wanted to be a scientist, creating all sorts of interesting things out of soybeans and sweet potatoes.
In high school, I wanted to be a geneticist.Until I won a teaching fellowship. Then, I wanted to be a teacher.
Ha. That would be one of the great big mistakes of my life.
At university, I became interested in ecology and environmental issues, which is sort of how I ended up here [after teaching in Japan and earning a master's degree], as a supervisor of the most boring EPA hotline ever.
So, my friends and random readers, I challenge you to complete the sentence as well:
I had never planned to become a _____________ when I grew up; instead, I had always assumed I would become a _______________.
While you're thinking about it, here's my Meat-Free Monday picture:
Mini penne pasta in a red pepper, onion, and tomato sauce with cheese. Not overly exciting, but filling.
*meat-free smooches* to all who enjoyed a Meat-Free Meal yesterday.
Monday, July 10, 2006
Nida, the bride, and me after too many Bellinis
Tomoko and me prior to too many Bellinis
Jake and me feeling all Gay Sex and the 70s documentary-ish
Jake and me at the free concert in Central Park
Cute Bartender! Free Shots!
Give that girl a sandwich! Alison, the Hostess with the Mostess
VUBOQ does Project Runway 2!
Andre ... Meet me at the Red Lobster.
additional photos on Flickr
I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaack! Didja miss me?
New York City was a total blast! I've posted a few cell phone pics on my flickr site. I plan on uploading more from my digicam later today (stay tuned).
I arrived Friday afternoon, and Alison's apartment (on W. 38th and 6th) was an easy walk from Penn Station. I did have to trample a few annoying tourist en route though. I chilled out at her place until about 6, when I left to meet Tomoko and Emiliano to go to Nida and Nehal's wedding party.
T&E and I first made a stop at the Tribeca Grand Hotel's bar, aptly called Church. AND that's the kind of Church I like going to! *heh* We, then wandered to the party site, one of Nehal's coworker's penthouse apartment, which had wonderful views of the river. The weather was perfect - sunny, mild, cool breezes.
We left the party around 10:30 (I think). I had many Bellinis, so I'm not exactly sure. And headed to a bar/club that Jake suggested - Crobar. Alison joined us there. $30 COVER! GAH! EXPENSIVE DRINKS! NEW JERSEY VIBE! WEIRD REMIXED 80s HAIR BAND MUSIC! STRAIGHT PEOPLE!
Gay clubs are so much more fun.
We danced for awhile, but ended up heading back to Alison's apartment around 1. We gabbed until nearly 3. So. Very. Tired.
Saturday, Alison and I met Jake at a cute little falafel place, called Chickpea, near Union Square. We ate our lunch in Washington Square Park, while checking out the local hotties. Then, we walked to Christopher and Gay St. Then, we walked some more.
And, some more.
And, some more.
Still, it was fun.
After awhile, we ended up taking the train to Central Park for a free concert: Hakim! The Lion of Egypt! AKA Wayne Newton singing in Arabic! I loved it. Alison and Jake? Not so much.
We left. Alison went home. Jake and I went to a bar somewhere near Hell's Kitchen (correct me if I'm wrong on any of this, Jake), called Barrage. It was fun. The bartender was cute, even though he had unnaturally long arms.
Around 7, we met Tomoko and Emiliano, Alison, and Nida and Nehal at a Thai Restaurant. I can't quite remember where it was ... maybe near the Astor Place subway station? Good food. Fun conversation.
After that the group split up, with me, Jake and Alison heading back to her place to get ready to go out. We went to a bar called Therapy, which was cool. Nice space. Cute guys. What more does one need? Tomoko joined us later. We sat. And talked. And drank. It was fun. I'm not sure what time we left, though. I think it was pretty early, but we'd (meaning *I*) had been drinking since around 6.
We got back to Alison's place ... she wanted to eat so we went to this all night deli near her building. Then, we crashed.
Sunday morning, we got up. Blobbed around. And headed to the train station. I was still a little drunk. My hangover hit somewhere between Trenton and Philadelphia. *geh* So, I slept the rest of the way home.
I got home around 4:30 or 5. Mike and I arranged to meet at the Lebanese Taverna Cafe in Silver Spring at 7:30. We ate, walked back to my place, and had lots of sex. He left a little after 10. I went to bed about an hour later.
All in all, a pretty fucking fantabulous time.
PS. Don't forget today is Meat-Free Monday! Do your part for the environment, and enjoy a meat-free meal sometime today! Post pictures and/or comments to get many Meat-free smooches!
PPS. It would seem that I forgot to mention a very important part of my weekend activities:
Alison lives in the same building the Project Runway 2 cast lived in! AAAH! So Excited! Stay tuned for VUBOQ as Andre leaving the building photos!
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Many thanks to PeskyMac who alerted her loyal following to the Summer Knitty. It's mostly things that are way too complicated for a novice like myself. However, there is a totally cute skullcappylikething which I think will make an Xcellent Xmas Present for a few friends. YAY! Must. Buy. Yarn.
[Of course, I still need to finish the Neverending Sweater as well as knit 2 scarves, one for a contest winner quite some time ago.]
Meanwhile, my maiden trip to NEW YORK CITY is still a GO! I called the friend who I will be staying with to get info/directions/etc. She lives in Midtown, within walking distance of Penn Station and Times Square. SWEET! After I finish this entry, I'll purchase my train tickets. YAY!
I've practically decided on my "smart casual" party outfit [Thanks for all the input, everyone!]. The outfit is as follows: supercute pair of plaid pants, light gray shortsleeve shirt with fun pearlesque buttons, and these shoes. The other shirt option is a casual tuxedo shirt that I've had for ages ... but I don't know where my cufflinks are, so that might be out.
So not looking forward to packing. If all goes well, I can fit everything into one small backpack/bookbag.
And so it begins ...
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
One of my friends from graduate school is getting (will be getting?) (got?) married. She and her husband are having a wedding party on Friday evening. I thought it would be fun to go [and if anyone can explain to me what the hell a "smart casual" dress code means, I'd be much obliged]. I'll be taking the train up and staying with a friend somewhere in Manhattan (address details to come). Tomoko and Emiliano will also be attending. I think we're going to hang out on Saturday at some point. And, I'm going to meet up with Jake :-) I plan on heading back to DC on Sunday morning-ish. Fun times!
The only problem is that I have no idea what to do or where to go. I would be most pleased if people could leave some interesting suggestions. Clubs? Bars? Shops? Flea markets? Museums? All are welcome.
doot-doot-do-da-doot. doot-doot-do-da-doot. Start spreading the news.
I'm coming Friday...
"Yes," I said.
Last week (or so), Mike learned I have a blog. At the time, I told him I would give him the address if he asked, but I would prefer he didn't ask. I said if he were reading my blog I would feel like I would start censoring myself. And, I don't want to feel that way.
I suppose I could share the address with him, but then create a separate, secret blog [as I have done in the past]. In the end, that gets overly complicated and is not much fun.
"Yes, but I won't go into details like I used to."
I've noticed that I'm writing less explicitly about my sexual activities. Maybe it's because I can only write "I got face-fucked until my jaw hurt" in so many ways before it becomes silly and repetitive? Or maybe the idea of strangers reading about my sexual misadventures became less appealing once those strangers became friends? Or maybe it's more fun to drop little verbal clues like "my back hurts" and let my readers do the math? I'm sure your imaginations are a lot more interesting than my realities.
All of this eventually led to him asking why I blogged. I could write a lengthy explanation, but I think most people are tired of reading navel-gazing blogposts about blogging. So, I will spare your sensitive natures and simply say,
Blognito ergo sum.
Normally, I'm not a very competitive person. However, when the Scrabble board comes out, I turn into a vicious wordmonster. After a brilliantly played word ("jolted," with the j on a triple letter square), Mike recalls that I said something along the lines of "and I surge into the lead."
It was at that point in the game where I started drawing nothing but vowels. VOWELS! GAH!
How many words can one make from A, I, A, U, A, I, U? They refused to accept "AAAII", meaning "the screaming sound one makes when he has all vowels in Scrabble" as an actual word. The bastards!
Needless to say, I did not win the Scrabble match. I helped Mike come in a respectable second though (5 pts behind Atul).
Atul left. Mike decided the entire house had to be cleaned right then. I helped. We collapsed into bed around 2.
We got up around 12/12:30 [and out of bed around 1:30 *rowr*]. Mike made a yummy breakfast of scrambled eggs and banana pancakes. One of his new roommates joined us. Then, we walked down to Gallery Place/Chinatown to see The Devil Wears Prada, which was good bit of fun. Meryl Streep was fantastic. So many great lines.
Afterwards, we met Tomoko and Robert for margaritas (yum) and watched the fireworks from 19th Street (near Dupont Circle). We sat in the Circle for a while, enjoying the night air. Robert left. We started walking back to Mike's, but managed to catch a bus. I picked up my stuff and Mike walked me to the metro station.
After waiting a few minutes, a crowded train approached. The doors opened. I got on. The doors closed. The train sat there. And sat there. And sat there. The doors reopened and the conductor said the most dreaded words ever: "This train is out of service." GAH!
Everyone exited the train and milled about the platform for a few minutes. A train approached from the other direction. I hopped on and rode to Gallery Place, where I transferred to the Red Line.
I don't know what was up with the red line train I was on, but at every station, the doors would stay open for a long time, maybe 3 times the normal length. I wondered if I would ever make it home.
As luck would have it, when the train finally arrived at Silver Spring, there were no buses. So, I ended up walking home. I got in just before midnight.
I'm a little tired this morning.
My plans for the day include: laundry, shopping at Target with Christal, and -most importantly- firming up the details for my (unbelievably) first trip ever to New York City! More on this later ...
Monday, July 03, 2006
AND, our favorite Spice Girl, Mel C:
I've been dreaming about it
I can't live without it
I've got to find my own way
I'm not changing my mind now
Or looking behind now
This is my Independence
I've been dreaming about it
I can't live without it
I've got to find my own wayI
'm not changing my mind now
Or looking behind now
This is my Independence Day
My Independence Day
Independence Day (Bend It Like Beckham soundtrack)
Just an hour to go and I'm off like a prom dress!
Holiday! Holiday! Woo hoo! *waves flag*
Here's the weekend rundown:
Friday night's Summer Buggin' Movie Party was loads of fun, even though we ended up talking all night and not watching any movies. Oops. The last guests left around midnight-ish (I think) and I went to bed around 1. The grapefruit punch was yummy.
Saturday, I finished cleaning up from the party and did lots of blobbing around the house. Mike called. During our conversation, he asked, "So, why am I coming over on Sunday night and not tonight?" And, I said something along the lines of, "I don't know. I thought you had something to do."
As it turns out, the thing he had to do ... was me. *heh*
He came over around 7:30. I made miso soup (yum) and edamame. We ate inari sushi and some of the other party leftovers. Then, we watched Attack of the Giant Leeches. We went to bed around 11, I guess.
We got up around 9 (I think) and messed around for awhile. I made breakfast - a bastardized migas: scrambled eggs with onion, yellow bell pepper, mushrooms, tomato, cheese, and crumbled tortilla chips covered in salsa. Coffee. We drank lots of coffee. Then, we watched Legally Blonde. I so love that movie.
One of his new roommates, who needs to move in, called, and they arranged to meet at 3. We figured Mike should leave my place around 2. He caught a bus at 2:10. About 20 minutes later, he calls because he left his retainer at my place.
He ends up inviting me over to his place for veggie pizza. It was yummy. We ate, talked, watched some TV, and went to bed around midnight. I got up at 6:15. Fun.
I think it's going to be a slow, slow, super slo-mo day here. Fortunately, I have a few things to do to keep me busy for part of the day. I may let my staff go this afternoon to get an early start on their holiday.
Then, I'll be here. All alone. So alone. *sigh*
Tonight, Mike is having a barbeque at his place. He mentioned maybe going to a club afterwards.
No plans for tomorrow yet. I figure we'll work something out at the barbeque.
More later, I'm sure. It's going to be a slow day.
[And, don't forget, it's Meat-Free Monday! Do you part for the environment, and enjoy a meat-free meal today. *smooches*]