A Few Words While I Pack in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

  • Feb. 15, 2004, midnight
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Going to Miami today. Hellllooo South Beach! Too bad I have this presentation looming over my head. No. I didn’t get it finished. Yes. I’m stressed beyond belief. The last week at work have been filled with late nights at the office. Friday night, my counterpart and I were there until 11:00. I just happened to have a bottle of wine tucked away in a desk drawer (don’t ask), and we were so desperate that we jammed the cork in and sucked that puppy dry!

And then yesterday. Valentine’s Day. I was there from 12:45 until 10:15 pm. I told myself not to get all bummed about it…that I would simply gather all my materials to finish the thing, pack it all up and take it to Miami with me. So that’s what I did. Grumble.

I was so drained and tired when I left last night. I had so much crap to haul upstairs into the apartment (workout stuff all packed up, the loot from a Target run, plus all my work stuff), so I was praying to the parking gods to find a good spot in front of my building when I got to my place. I found a little gem only ½ block away, so I pulled over the chunks of ice in the road and immediately got myself STUCK ¾s of the way in between two cars! I tried to pry myself out, but my tires were spinning and spinning! I was truly fucked.

There was a woman who was waiting to grab my spot (she thought I was leaving), and pulled up next to me. I knew I needed to get out early this morning (didn’t want to risk being completely stuck in the morning) so I told her that I was going to find another spot and she could have this one. But I was seriously stuck between these cars! She tried to help guide me out, but my wheels were slipping, sliding and still spinning. After about fifteen minutes of futile attempts (and this poor woman was OUT of her car trying to direct me!), two guys came walking along and had to push me out of the spot!

I found a spot in the parking garage, and as I was struggling and stumbling around with a zillion pounds of crap on my back and in my arms, I started whimpering like a baby. I wanted to cry so badly, but the tears wouldn’t come. I was too drained to even shed a tear.

Finally got into the building to find that the heat is off. I hope it’s because it warmed up a little during the day, but it didn’t kick back on over night. With all the aches and pains this old building has, I hope to the heavens that the boiler isn’t broken. I don’t want my precious baby kitty to freeze while I’m gone!

Slept fitfully, and now I have all of my packing to do before I go. I’ll be back to finish this entry when I’m done with all that crap…

…

Back. Just waiting for the nails to dry and then I’ll be outta here. It’s freezing fricking cold in here. I’m thinking about leaving the little space heater on so that the cat will have a place to curl up and stay warm. The sitter will be here tomorrow, and I’ll just tell her to turn it off if the heat’s kicked back on. I hope it’s not a fire hazard, but it’s not even gonna get into the 30s today.

I’ve packed my suitcase with tiny halters, super low rise capris, lace up wedges, flip-flops, and my new green (hot, hot color this year!) bikini. I don’t care if I’m white as a ghost…I’m headed for warmth!! Oh, and Nikki Beach tonight!

A couple of good morsels this week:

  • Weighed in at 127 this morning…gotta keep the momentum going…it’s almost spring!
  • New NY Guy called yesterday to wish me a happy V-Day. That was sweet, considering we only know each other from the few hours we spent together when we met (on the street!) back in November.
  • Best Bud kept calling me all day yesterday to send me V-Day greetings. She sang songs to my voice mail and faked an escort service guy calling to give me the Valentine’s Special. How I could have put that to use last night!

    And with that, I’m out.


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