Hey-Ho for a Husband
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I am limping like an 80 year old man, and making groaning noises while going down ONE step. On Friday my horse tried to kill me. He + me, + some higher grace, made through about a 6" clearing between the fence and the standard, at a pace I'd hesitate to say was just this side of too fast for comfort. When I got off my legs were weak-kneed, jelly-shaking, and drove home on the 401.
A few places (within my 3 street search radius, and budget radius) have come on the market this weekend. There is indeed a chance that the direction of my search has made a 45deg shift. This scares, annoys, and excites me. Tonight we'll see.
Yesterday I walked in on my agent (who hasn't called me in 2 1/2 months- granted, her father passed away recently) in another open house. It had the same impact as walking in on your boyfriend in bed with someone else.
Last night we did Shakespeare in high park. Tradition held and we ran like banshees (do banshees run?) and barely made it, ate spinach and nuts, and carrot cake. We scammed picnic tables and giggled and talked too much, but really I couldnt see a damn thing.
I think it's time to admit, I think I love my job. Even though Thursday I woke at 02h00 worrying about labels, and didn't get back to sleep til about 4h, and rightly so (my pal left the company leaving my part of startup in jeopardy- I got it fixed), I still love it. I feel stimulated by what I am doing, some days more than others, and at least it's more than sitting behind a computer staring at ascii- though some days that would be a good change. If anything, it has taught me that I can do the smarmy thing, I can hold my own in the business world. I can conquer E-fax, I WILL conquer E-fax. Bell is another story.
Last week I went for beer w/ D (Jon & Matt were noshows). I had so much fun, I think the world of that boy and am so happy that he seems so happy with his life. God nothing brings me more joy than seeing my friends happy. With him it's natural, how many hundreds of hours did we spend together in the lab, and all those guys, I really miss them, those days. But I've moved on, I'm happy where I am, but will always hold a dear place in my heart for them and those days. Another world.
Two weeks ago, Kir dared me to wear my hoochy shoes to work, I had to wear them the whole day (the day i wore them to the coffee shop and changed before going into work didnt count i was informed). A week last friday i did, almost, I then got shipped to brampton and decided to be forthcoming about my 3 hours in steels. Monday I did it, Monday I could see everything happening everywhere, above and beyond all cubicles. I wish I were shorter. He now owes me 2 lunches, I don't want them, I just wanted to prove I could do it.
My birthday is Thursday, Phil leaves Saturday, and Larissa cuts my hair Saturday. I have been avoiding, and I am avoiding thinking about it, remembering it. Most things in my life I have been able to move on about, he, I keep coming back to. It's not even in a romantic sense, but even in terms of friendship. Time.. hurry up!
I am limping like an 80 year old man, and making groaning noises while going down ONE step. On Friday my horse tried to kill me. He + me, + some higher grace, made through about a 6" clearing between the fence and the standard, at a pace I'd hesitate to say was just this side of too fast for comfort. When I got off my legs were weak-kneed, jelly-shaking, and drove home on the 401.
A few places (within my 3 street search radius, and budget radius) have come on the market this weekend. There is indeed a chance that the direction of my search has made a 45deg shift. This scares, annoys, and excites me. Tonight we'll see.
Yesterday I walked in on my agent (who hasn't called me in 2 1/2 months- granted, her father passed away recently) in another open house. It had the same impact as walking in on your boyfriend in bed with someone else.
Last night we did Shakespeare in high park. Tradition held and we ran like banshees (do banshees run?) and barely made it, ate spinach and nuts, and carrot cake. We scammed picnic tables and giggled and talked too much, but really I couldnt see a damn thing.
I think it's time to admit, I think I love my job. Even though Thursday I woke at 02h00 worrying about labels, and didn't get back to sleep til about 4h, and rightly so (my pal left the company leaving my part of startup in jeopardy- I got it fixed), I still love it. I feel stimulated by what I am doing, some days more than others, and at least it's more than sitting behind a computer staring at ascii- though some days that would be a good change. If anything, it has taught me that I can do the smarmy thing, I can hold my own in the business world. I can conquer E-fax, I WILL conquer E-fax. Bell is another story.
Last week I went for beer w/ D (Jon & Matt were noshows). I had so much fun, I think the world of that boy and am so happy that he seems so happy with his life. God nothing brings me more joy than seeing my friends happy. With him it's natural, how many hundreds of hours did we spend together in the lab, and all those guys, I really miss them, those days. But I've moved on, I'm happy where I am, but will always hold a dear place in my heart for them and those days. Another world.
Two weeks ago, Kir dared me to wear my hoochy shoes to work, I had to wear them the whole day (the day i wore them to the coffee shop and changed before going into work didnt count i was informed). A week last friday i did, almost, I then got shipped to brampton and decided to be forthcoming about my 3 hours in steels. Monday I did it, Monday I could see everything happening everywhere, above and beyond all cubicles. I wish I were shorter. He now owes me 2 lunches, I don't want them, I just wanted to prove I could do it.
My birthday is Thursday, Phil leaves Saturday, and Larissa cuts my hair Saturday. I have been avoiding, and I am avoiding thinking about it, remembering it. Most things in my life I have been able to move on about, he, I keep coming back to. It's not even in a romantic sense, but even in terms of friendship. Time.. hurry up!