Non-Accomplishments in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

I cannot believe how much procrastination I’ve done this week. Hell, I can barely write an entry without becoming distracted, disinterested, disorganized, discombobulated, disappointed, disgusted with myself…

I tried to get a bunch of stuff done at work all week since Boss #1 has been out of the country, and for whatever reason, I couldn’t get a damn thing done. I started and scrapped a little sub-project several times. He’s coming back on Monday, and I’m a little worried about the homecoming festivities. Business isn’t great, and neither is his mood lately. I just couldn’t get it together enough to get this thing done. Bugger.

Jim the Kisser called me last night and I couldn’t bring myself to answer the phone, let alone call him back. After such a glowing report, why the hell would I possibly avoid him? Why?

Sports Guy and I have been playing phone tag. He hates me now; I just know it. I don’t really care. I just want to get that hat for my dad and call it a day. That way we can have full closure and we can both go our merry ways. So why am I avoiding his phone calls too?

I avoided the gym.

I avoided cleaning the apartment.

So let’s see. What did I accomplish this week?

I booked my flight to Miami for next weekend. I’ll get to see Best Bud in all of her 40-year splendor! I’m looking forward to seeing her again. I’m glad she’s not giving me too much crap about missing Honduras last week. I have to be honest. After hearing the stories and seeing some of the photos, I’m glad I didn’t go. I heard horror stories about giant bug bites and sand in eyes and backstabbing. Matt was forced to dive, even though he didn’t want to, and I would have been a 5th wheel amongst two fairly dysfunctional couples. Miami will be fun. BB and I celebrated her birthday there last year…and we’re bound to get in a little girl trouble again this time too. Just the way I like it.

I had a date on Tuesday night.

I did the charity thing on Wednesday and then met the girls for one drink afterwards. I went home and Secret Agent Guy called to see if I was out and about. I told him no, but that I’d come back out and meet him for a drink since he was merely a couple blocks from my apartment. We actually had a good conversation for the first time since…I guess our first date. So why was he calling me? Apparently, he decided to dump all of his girls and wipe the slate clean. I suppose I’ve slipped into neutral territory at this point. I don’t know, and I guess I don’t really care. Or do I? I wish he wasn’t so attractive.

Actually got a HAIR CUT! Damn. It’s been so long. I needed it so badly. I got all of the scraggle trimmed off and am now growing out the layers. It’s still long, just a lot cleaner and sharper.

I agreed to a SET UP! Long story short, I met a woman at a wine tasting event a couple of months ago, and she and I hit it off. We exchanged business cards, and she sent me an e-mail a few weeks ago inviting me to a party and telling me that she wanted to introduce me to a “great guy”. Well, I couldn’t go because I was traveling. So she tried again for this weekend. I’m meeting this guy tomorrow. She’ll be there too, so that will be cool. So will a few thousand other people. We’re meeting at an art festival…which I looooove. So it will be fun regardless. I tried not to play it up so that I won’t be disappointed, but I’m actually getting a little nervous about it. We’ll see.

Kent (NYC) and Karl (Dublin) have both e-mailed a few times this week. I’ve replied.

I may have gotten Super T to agree to driving up here for Thanksgiving instead of trying to fly him up. Now I’m not so sure I want him here. I mean…I won’t get any because my parents and brother are staying here. So what’s the use of having him here? Is that mean?

I found a guy on Friendster who I’ve crushed on from a distance for a long while and added him to my friends. Because I’m still so internet paranoid, I only have the photo of my feet posted. He has no idea who I am. Friendster is such a strange, odd, fascinating thing. I know I don’t play fair and square, but I also don’t get the full effect either.

Snuck outside for a preview of the art festival tonight. It’s in my neighborhood, and I LOVE IT! Hundreds of booths. Lots of great stuff. Food. Booze. Music. I walked around by myself for a couple of hours. The air is crisp. What a delicious evening. I hope tomorrow is half as great as tonight.

That’s about it, folks.