Fluff and Filler in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Let’s see. Where were we?

Oh yeah. The beginning of a new week. Cruising right along.

Yesterday was nice. Well except for the fact that several tornados ripped through the area leaving lots and lots and lots of devastation in their paths. When the sirens went off in my hood, I just kind of paced the floor and explored the sky from my seven-story windows. I heard my next-door neighbor in the hallway, so I opened the door and asked him if we should gather our belongings (and animals) and head for the basement. He just kind of shrugged his shoulders, “Nah. It’s springtime in the Midwest.”

Fine. I finished re-hanging and steaming the drapes in my living room while watching the storm chasers’ reports that included live video of gigantic funnels hitting the ground and whipping up whole neighborhoods…mere minutes from my place.

Bizarre.

And then the sun came out before it got dark.

Super T called late last night. Shock. Guess he’d heard about the tornados on the news and wanted to make sure I was okay. Hm. It takes a frickin’ tornado for you to call me? I was already all curled up in bed. Jammies. Book. Purring cat. The epitome of relaxed. I jumped out of bed when I heard the ring, but when I saw it was Super T, I just rolled my eyes. Ass. Well, Sweetheart for being concerned. But Ass for everything else: ditching me the other night in Dallas, ditching me after the dinner we had with my parents, ditching me the night before I moved….the list goes on.

Boys. I swear.

Had yet another dentist appointment today. Geez. You’d think we’d be engaged by now considering the amount of time I’m spending with my beautiful dentist. But no. Today he turned in his chair and looked me directly in the eyes and said, “This is your last visit with me for a while, isn’t it?”

[Technically, yes. It is. But I do have to go back one more time next month for a simple cleaning…since I wouldn’t let the hygienist touch me the first time I was there. Sure, I sat in her chair and everything. But I sat in her chair and bawled the whole time. Anyway, it won’t be a visit with the beautiful dentist. It will be a visit with the dear, sweet hygienist. Not the same.]

Sadly, I nodded my head yes. And opened wide.

Damn. He’s cute.

I feel strange at work lately. I feel like my one boss is still peeved at the budget thing, and yet, he included me in a pretty high level meeting this morning and wanted my input on a bunch of stuff. I also gave a brief presentation today that was really above and beyond a small project he’d asked me to work on.

But I still feel like I’m kind of missing something.

I’m trying to go back to LA for the shooting of a new ad campaign next week, and I left word with my boss that I could rectify some of the budget crap at the same time. Kind of kill two birds with one stone, but he hasn’t answered my request.

I don’t know what else to do except maybe put in some more extra time and crank out some pretty, fluffy stuff. I suppose that’s what I’ll do.

We’ll see.

I’ve got ants in my pants to take some vacation time. Where should I go? What should I do? I’ve got a hankerin’ for San Francisco since I don’t seem to be going there for work anymore. But I’m also thinking Mexico. Or Central America. Best Bud mentioned Peru. Need to do some more research. Best Bud and I are having trouble coordinating our schedules. Suppose I could do a solo thing. But I’m growing weary of the whole solo thing. Not that I’m sick of my own company, mind you….but I think I’m just getting waaaaay too comfortable just being alone. Like I actually prefer my own company than to be with others.

I don’t think this computer helps me with that any.

Sheesh. I gotta get out more.