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  • Nov. 13, 2003, midnight
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Feel like I haven’t updated in forever. What the hell’s going on, you ask? Basically, a whole lot of nuthin’ much.

Workwise: I’m frantically getting ready for a mad dash to New York next week. I get into town Sunday night and come back here Tuesday night. NO time whatsoever to get into any kind of trouble. Bah. I can’t believe I have even been having these thoughts, but I’m holding myself back from sending an e-mail to Canuck. Yes, that rat bastard who disappeared from the face of the earth over eight months ago. Why? I’m so desperate for a little touch I think I’m going insane. And even if I did get in touch with him (literally), what would I do? Use him? I guess. That’s pretty much what he did with me.

While I’m in NY, I have to consult with a consultant about putting together a presentation for our group. I’m really quite peeved about having to do this. He’s a friggin’ consultant…we should be getting his input—not the other way around. Am I wrong here? I just don’t get it. But my boss wants him to do things my way, and I guess that’s kind of a good thing, isn’t it? Maybe I should become a consultant. Hm. Hmmmmm.

Lovewise: why oh why does my love life continue to blow? I jinxed myself by my last entry. Seems like it’s always feast or famine with me. I suppose I should have called SD#2 back after I had to cut our phone conversation short. I did e-mail SD#3 back…telling him that I’d be interested in meeting again soon. And MM has to know that I’m interested. I invited him to the Thanksgiving party. Yet it’s all lukewarm stuff. And nobody’s getting back to me. And this all sucks and it’s boring to repeat the same bullshit over and over and over again in this diary.

Homewise: I continue trying to make it look presentable. Here’s how the second bedroom/sitting room is looking with the new daybed:

It would be nice to have freshly painted walls in a beautiful, luscious color, but I’m still waiting to hear how the whole condo situation is going to turn out. But there’s the daybed that I put together with my own two prissy hands, and the seagrass storage boxes that I painted black. There’s a whole story behind the dress form and the black lace dress on the left side of the photo (another time, another entry). That’s a vintage hat on a rack on the right side of the photo. Drapes are finally hung. And my bike is semi-hidden behind the daybed. I know it looks stupid, but there’s really no other place to put the thing!

Maybe I’ll post more photos as I make more progress around the place.

I wish I had something fun and juicy to report. Alas, I got squat.


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