Post Labor Day in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

  • Sept. 2, 2003, midnight
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Rain finally stopped yesterday. Though it was cloudy and quite chilly, it seemed that everyone wanted to be out and about in my neighborhood. Which was nice. I went to lunch with Jill and Jen at a Mongolian grill. Mmmmm. We talked for hours afterwards, then Jen took me home. On the way home, Jen and I started talking about Secret Agent Guy (since we both went out with him). I was glad to hear that she thought that there was something strange about him, too…something that she couldn’t put her finger on either. I suppose that’s why he made a good Secret Agent, eh?

I walked to Barnes and Noble and cruised the music section and listened to CD samples and people watched. I spotted a guy who looked strikingly like Sam, my first real and true love. My heart actually skipped. Though I knew it couldn’t actually be him, for some reason some strange glimmer of hope washed over me. Hope of what? That we’d actually run into each other and I’d have to meet his perfect little French wife and their adorable twin girls? Pffgtttthht.

Started reading Life of Pi.

I’ve started doing this Pilates workout in the mornings. At first I thought the workout was kinda wussified. Those slow and steady movements. But after four sessions I’m finding it harder and harder each time. What’s up with that? And my spine hurts. I’m doing it on a yoga mat on top of the hardwood and there’s lots of rolling on the spine. Ouch. Trying to figure out how to fix that. Maybe put the mat on top of a blanket of some sort? I don’t know. Whatever. This is a difficult workout! I wonder how long it will take to see results of any kind. I’m making a solemn vow to see visible results at some point (since the “vow” thing seems to work for me). Meaning: I’m not going to give up on this shit. This Pilates thing is something that I can actually do in a hotel room while traveling.

Speaking of travel, I think my schedule will be slowing down a bit. Which is good. I go back to New York on the 8th thru 10th, and then I don’t have anything planned for a while. Of course, my boss is notorious for sending me off on last minute jaunts. I’m sure something will pop up at some point. Best Bud and I are playing phone tag, but I’m sure she’s highly upset with me for not getting in on that Honduras thing. I’m upset with myself too, but what can I do? My work travels were screwed up for weeks before I got the schedule that I did. My birthday is in October, and that’s when I want to get out of here for a little vaca. I’ll be staying here for Thanksgiving (fam is coming here), and then I’ll be down there for Christmas/New Year’s. Whew. That’s the rest of the year…all planned out for the most part.

Bleah. Dreary day. I wish I had something exciting to report. Something to look forward to. But all I have are the blahs right now. I suppose I better get ready for work now. At least I have employment.

*knocks wood*


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