Protective Coating in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Greetings from an absolutely stunning Saturday. The weather is amazing outside, yet here I sit in my little warehouse, typing away. My home computer seems to be on the fritz, so I’m on the work laptop until I figure out what’s wrong…or buy a new one.

Speaking of buying a new one, the spending frenzy continues. I honestly don’t know what my deal is. I’ve never ever been like this in my life. Perhaps that’s exactly what my deal is. I’ve never been in a position financially where I don’t have to watch it so very closely. This will surely come back to bite me in the ass. I need to be careful. I need to be more charitable. I need to finish Christmas shopping!

I also need to start packing for the sales meeting. Jen and I are leaving tomorrow (a day early). I kind of wish I’d decided not to go until Monday because this cuts my weekend short, even though it might be kind of fun to hang out on the beach tomorrow night. I won’t be back until Thursday evening. December is going to be the month of traveling hell. I think that’s why I’m spending today just slunking around the loft, wallowing all over the cat and generally being a slug. Nice.

Jen and I went out last night, for happy hour. Unfortunately, happy hour turned into NINE hours of happiness. Another reason for the sluggishness today. I was unable to go to my 8:30 class at the gym this morning, and I’m hating myself for it. I just wish hottie instructor would teach it at a later time. I love that class so much, but it’s impossible to do when you’re still drunk. I actually drug my buttocks out of bed at 7:30 this morning, but once I got up to pee, I knew there was no way I was going to be able to jump around for an hour and ½.

I don’t even know if the evening was worth it. Ran into Brian, the guy I seduced a few weeks ago. It was sort of awkward, as I knew it would be when our paths crossed again. I was already schnockered when I saw him, and I think he was too. I walked up to his table to say hello, but was intercepted by another guy who wanted a gigantic hug. When I finally got over to Brian, it was weird. Not bad, just strange.

Okay, I’ll be honest. It was flattering. He was excited and smiley and very talkative. He mentioned all kinds of stuff about the night that we spent together, especially the coffee (I made him my steamed milk special coffee in the morning). He was kind of huggy, and I think he sort of expected to go home with me last night.

But by 3am I was more than ready to go home—alone. I may have even left without saying goodbye to Brian. The bar was shutting down and the crew was screaming for people to get the hell out (gladly). Jen and her not-so-pseudo-anymore-boyfriend walked me to my car and I careened the loooong ten blocks home.

Brian called me this morning, thinking that there was a reason that he needed to apologize to me. There really wasn’t, but the sentiment was sweet. We had a nice 30-minute conversation, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he kinda digs me.

Funny, it appears I could actually have an “outlet” (see previous entry if you don’t know what I mean by that), but I don’t really want it to be him, per se. Perhaps it’s because I don’t want this to become a thing between us. I don’t think, anyway.

Eh. I obviously don’t know what I want.

So, travel coming up: Florida Sales Meeting, San Francisco, Chicago, Knoxville, St. Louis, Los Angeles, and Dallas. That will take up the rest of December. I’m looking forward to running around. I always do. But I definitely have to brace myself and put on my protective little travel shell so that I can deal with airports and travel delays, weather and freaky fellow travelers, asshole customers and grumpy co-workers.

This is certainly the busiest time of the year. Let’s not even go into holiday shit. I suppose this is one of the reasons I rarely get the blues during this time of the year. There’s simply not enough time, nor do I have the energy to get the blues.

Let’s just pray that the flu bug does not explode at epidemic proportions this year. There’s only been one year (besides this year) that I didn’t get a flu shot, and I had the most severe case….ever. I was so freaking sick I couldn’t even get out of bed. I think my mom had gotten worried about me and so she came over to check on me and found me shriveled up and dehydrated in my sick, sick bed. I can only imagine what my apartment must’ve smelled like. I’m a little nervous about what this year is going to bring and the fact that not a lot of people were actually able to get a shot this year.

I’m slightly terrified.

I had more crap to write, but I can’t think of anything else right now. So I guess I’ll close it up here, go pack, and maybe come back later.