How much do I love autumn? So, so much. Could it be because Im an autumn baby? I love the fresh, crisp nip in the air. Why does cool air feel and smell so clean? I saw my breath as I was walking to my car on the way to work yesterday! I love the leaves changing colors on the trees. I love the yellowness of the sun as it gets lower in the sky. I love the long, mysterious shadows. I love warming up with spicy teas and ciders. I wear fall colors well. I break out the boots and the jeans and the sweaters and the jackets. I seem to have more confidence. I feel flirty. Why is that?
Took a chance the other day and wrote a gutsy e-mail to a guy I saw on Friendster. I found him rather randomly in the gallery section. The picture intrigued me. It was a small photo, so I clicked. Upon further investigation, I found several more captivating pix and an interesting write-up. Honestly, I was only trying to add a Friendster to my tiny circle, and it appears Ive wound up with a brunch date for Sunday!
Heres the thing. Though Im really excited about him, Im terribly intimidated by him. His e-mails are hilarious and clever and painfully witty. He sends these amazingly cool photos of himself, trees, ocean scenes, etc. In todays e-mail he asked a lot of probing questions in a really funny way and at the very end asked, got pets? and posted this unbelievably killer photo of his dog and himnose to nose. I wanted to cry, it was so brilliant. I cant even explain it. I have to hold myself back to not post it right here and now.
But the jinx factor is really high on this one. Really high. The thing about sending e-mails back and forth is that I can edit and rewrite and make things come out halfway decent. In person, when Im nervous, I have the tendency to become a bumbling fool. Or at least I think I do. Whatever. Why am I wasting time worrying about it? Sundays a long way off and theres so much to do before then.
Must. Stop. Daydreaming.
I want to try to get my Thanksgiving invitations figured out this week. In addition to my family, it looks like Best Bud and her husband might be coming. And guess who else? Remember my prescription drug addicted psychiatrist friend? Yup. Best Bud invited him and Im having a minor internal freak out about it. I dont know if I mentioned it before, but hes been sending me nude photos of himself in very compromising positions (via snail mail with no return address). And comments about what hes going to do to me next time we see each other. I mean, theyre funny to a point. Weve always joked around like that. But Im pretty worried about him lately based on the last time I saw him. Theres potential for a disaster on Thanksgiving if he comes. Not only that, theres potential for even more trauma if Best Bud brings her hubby and the wine starts flowing and BB starts in on the little personal jokes that she and I share. Im getting very nervous.
Im still working on the whole weight loss thing. Im still on track to lose the ten pounds by Thanksgiving. My problem now is obsessive stepping on the scale. I know Im not supposed to do it every day. Im only supposed to weigh myself once a week. This is one of the reasons I never kept a scale at home and always used the one at the gym. Now its a struggle not to get nekkid and weigh myself first thing each and every morning. The problem with doing that are those little pound and half pound fluctuations that naturally occur during the week. They kick my ass. They freak me out. I cant deal with them. Top that off with the fact that theres that damn scale at the gym that puts three pounds back on because of my gym clothes, and Im all messed up. I knew I shouldnt have done it last night (at the gym), but I just had to step up anyway just to find out how much my gym clothes weighed! Yeah. Right.
Work is still work. Im kinda glad I didnt go to NY this week. The weathers supposed to be blustery and rainy. Supposed to be like that here on Thursday too, but at least I dont have to tromp as many city blocks in the rain here.
And today I started a new project that I need to get done well, tomorrow. Shit. I just realized that. I have to give a presentation to the president of the company on Thursday at 8:30AM. Dammit. I need to go home and start sorting it out (the stuff I need is at home, of all places). Good thing its time to go home.
More on Fall if I make a turn for the procrastination this evening
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