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We interrupt this unhealthy Chinese food binge to update you on the bingee's life. Aren't you lucky?
Wednesday evening: a bit more uncomfortable than I have been anticipating, climaxing in some disappointing news. Luckily it isn't one of those cliffhanger endings; the plot structure is more typical, tapering to a semi-resolution. Not the final resolution, I don't think...but one of those peaks in the action.
Thursday morning, 8:15 a.m.: the remnant of a tiny burst of physical contact that lingers with me the entire drive into work. As I sit down at my desk, I can still feel it, insistent at the site, cool and tingly-warm at the same time. I have felt this before, years ago, and I hope it does not have the same significance.
Thursday afternoon, 1 p.m.: after a hellish morning at work, I decide to throw caution to the wind, as it were. Patience is still not one of my virtues.
Thursday evening, 6:20 p.m.: leaving therapy with a lighter feeling in my heart, mixed with some others. Fluttery turmoil. You have a brilliant mind. You are too hard on yourself. You think too much in absolutes. I am not going to tell you what is right or wrong.
Thursday evening/Friday early morning: what seems to be the longest drive ever. Followed by a warm welcome, even at 2 a.m.
Friday morning/afternoon: a day off work. Amazingly good and highly recommended for preserving one's sanity. Donuts and coffee also help. As does an understanding co-worker. Mini scavenger hunt for ...? Did not locate the Holy Grail, but we are properly prepared should we find it.
Friday evening: yummy, yummy dinner and copious drinking. Lots of cartoons. General silliness. Passing out.
Saturday morning: the Holy Grail (of sorts) is ours.
Saturday afternoon: shopping for food and the rest is a blur.
Saturday evening: ditto Friday evening, but even more copious drinking and ...grail-related activity.
Sunday morning: waking up at 4:20 a.m. and writing a (paper) journal entry. Back to sleep. Wake up again at 8. Decide to visit Mom for lunch.
Sunday evening, 11 p.m.: finally back in Harrisburg, after a 7.5 hour drive. I don't want to think about that drive, nevermind write about it. Bleh.
Monday morning: wake up and notice I am alone. Manage to get up on time for once, and am into work early.
Monday afternoon: procrastination sets in, along with a bit of anxiety. Confusion reigns supreme, but it is a mild confusion for some reason; not the kind that makes you feel like your head is about to explode.
Monday early evening, 5:15 p.m.: boss comes into my office, and asks me if I am leaving. Soon, I say. He closes the door. Says that he wants to keep me working for him, but even if he can't, that there are opportunities for me at the office where I am right now. He can't say anything official, but he promises to let me know something. I have to give him 10 days.
Monday evening, 8 p.m.: finishing up scallops in garlic sauce after eating some steamed dumplings. Channel flipping. Writing lj entry, and this brings us back to do-do-do-do-do.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled lj-programming.
Btw: if anyone can figure out my fortune, please let me know: "Now is the time to make circles with mints, do not haste any longer." WTF?
Wednesday evening: a bit more uncomfortable than I have been anticipating, climaxing in some disappointing news. Luckily it isn't one of those cliffhanger endings; the plot structure is more typical, tapering to a semi-resolution. Not the final resolution, I don't think...but one of those peaks in the action.
Thursday morning, 8:15 a.m.: the remnant of a tiny burst of physical contact that lingers with me the entire drive into work. As I sit down at my desk, I can still feel it, insistent at the site, cool and tingly-warm at the same time. I have felt this before, years ago, and I hope it does not have the same significance.
Thursday afternoon, 1 p.m.: after a hellish morning at work, I decide to throw caution to the wind, as it were. Patience is still not one of my virtues.
Thursday evening, 6:20 p.m.: leaving therapy with a lighter feeling in my heart, mixed with some others. Fluttery turmoil. You have a brilliant mind. You are too hard on yourself. You think too much in absolutes. I am not going to tell you what is right or wrong.
Thursday evening/Friday early morning: what seems to be the longest drive ever. Followed by a warm welcome, even at 2 a.m.
Friday morning/afternoon: a day off work. Amazingly good and highly recommended for preserving one's sanity. Donuts and coffee also help. As does an understanding co-worker. Mini scavenger hunt for ...? Did not locate the Holy Grail, but we are properly prepared should we find it.
Friday evening: yummy, yummy dinner and copious drinking. Lots of cartoons. General silliness. Passing out.
Saturday morning: the Holy Grail (of sorts) is ours.
Saturday afternoon: shopping for food and the rest is a blur.
Saturday evening: ditto Friday evening, but even more copious drinking and ...grail-related activity.
Sunday morning: waking up at 4:20 a.m. and writing a (paper) journal entry. Back to sleep. Wake up again at 8. Decide to visit Mom for lunch.
Sunday evening, 11 p.m.: finally back in Harrisburg, after a 7.5 hour drive. I don't want to think about that drive, nevermind write about it. Bleh.
Monday morning: wake up and notice I am alone. Manage to get up on time for once, and am into work early.
Monday afternoon: procrastination sets in, along with a bit of anxiety. Confusion reigns supreme, but it is a mild confusion for some reason; not the kind that makes you feel like your head is about to explode.
Monday early evening, 5:15 p.m.: boss comes into my office, and asks me if I am leaving. Soon, I say. He closes the door. Says that he wants to keep me working for him, but even if he can't, that there are opportunities for me at the office where I am right now. He can't say anything official, but he promises to let me know something. I have to give him 10 days.
Monday evening, 8 p.m.: finishing up scallops in garlic sauce after eating some steamed dumplings. Channel flipping. Writing lj entry, and this brings us back to do-do-do-do-do.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled lj-programming.
Btw: if anyone can figure out my fortune, please let me know: "Now is the time to make circles with mints, do not haste any longer." WTF?