Benitoís talked to my voicemail.
His email inbox got a response.
Iíve talked with his voicemail.
My email inbox got a response.
Iím damn nervous about it for multiple reasons.
My lunch date was postponed until tomorrow.
I have no appetite anyway.
Iím damn nervous about that for multiple, similar reasons.
Workís been insanely busy.
Iím too distracted to do too much.
I ran into some information via a friend that has left me severely pissed off.
And hurt. Very hurt.
I have to go shopping because I have exactly one pair of work pants that arenít completely falling off my ass.
Iím finding myself too busy to run, and I feel all stir-crazy about it.
My friend Oz was the 1000th person to sign my guestbook since I opened up two and a half years ago. Heíll receive a prize soon. I get to shop accordingly. Whee!
Despite having no work clothes, all of my hoochie mama skirts still fit.
My job is chill enough that I can take off for 30 minutes without announcing it to anyone so I can make a phone call in the privacy of my own home.
My BFF is coming to Chicago in about a month.
Thereís a race to run, followed up by the gay pride parade on Saturday. I have a great stop spot thanks to PeteyPuke having a pad along the way.