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  • Feb. 26, 2003, midnight
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Sitting here this morning. Just don’t feel like going into work this morning. Of course I will. It’s just the procrastination bug is hitting me hard right now.

Never did find the damn passport. Went through the expediting service and should have one in my hands by Friday. Kids, do not EVER lose your passport. Keep track of it no matter what. Believe me, it will save you from the trauma that I just experienced. Not to mention the dent in my checking account. Ouch. I will try to see if I can get some of it reimbursed from work, but I’m not holding my breath. I feel like it’s my stupid mistake…though I wouldn’t be getting it expedited if I didn’t have to leave the country [for work] on Sunday.

Funny. I heard back from Dude yesterday via e-mail. He actually apologized for the weekend (???). And then pretty much acted like nothing had ever happened. His e-mail was as cheery and funny as they usually are. I just don’t get it!

And I also heard from Canuk. Nice to get an e-mail from him telling me the good news about getting an actual interview with the guy he was so worried about missing when he got stuck here. Another nice, happy e-mail. Usually, we’ll see each other and then never hear from each other until right before we see each other again. Make sense? In other words, it’s rare to hear from him in between visits or planning for visits. And I like that I heard from him. Though I’m trying hard to suppress these feelings I’m having for him. I try not to think about what we would be to each other if we both lived in New York or something. I try not to wonder……

Shit. More to write, but I’m sitting here in my bathrobe and have about 15 minutes to get out the door! I’m off….

OH! One more thing! Had bizarre, yet amazing phone sex with Super T the other night (while watching the Grammys)!

Now. I’m out.


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