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Saturday, October 19

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10:16 PM | permalink

So it's Friday. I've been riding the bus all week because Ben needs my car to get all the way out to Gresham until he can fix the brakes on his truck. My shoulders and back feel extra twisted and awful. I didn't just sit at a desk that's too tall for me for 40 hours, I also spent at least 5 hours scrunched up in a bus seat. Need Yoga. Need to buy healthy groceries. Need husband to fix his car, so at the very least I can enjoy my lunchtime sanctuary with the Beatles, the New Yorker and knitting. I may even need a drink. Tomorrow I know I will feel wonderful. Tonight, I want to forget everything. Especially that I am fast approaching the point where I will be hired on permanently to a job I do not enjoy, with benefits that don't really seem worth it. Hello oblivion.
5:04 PM | permalink

Never mind. I figured it out. No thanks to you.
8:01 PM | permalink

Just added a "comment" feature. It's not where I want it yet, if anyone knows how I can move the damn thing to the end of an entry instead of next to the date, just hit the "comment" button and let 'er rip.
11:53 AM | permalink

On my way to work one day I arrived at the bustop and realized I had forgotten my glasses. I walked home and called in sick.
Everyone should try this at least once. If you don't wear glasses, use anything you have forgotten as an excuse. "Oh, I wanted to take that banana to work for lunch today, fuck it, may as well call in sick." It's important not to plan this ahead of time. Just the next time you absentmindedly leave your gloves on your kitchen table, go back to your house, fake a migraine (or foodpoisoning) and spend the day on the sofa, or at the library, or the yarn store. Enjoy.
5:42 PM | permalink

Last night, while shopping at Safeway, my astute husband exclaimed, "All these toothbrushes look like Nikes." They do. They do.
5:21 PM | permalink

There is a plumber who loves me. His name is Bill. He spends his weekends in the woods dressed like Davy Crockett playing with guns. When I got in a fight with an HVAC guy, he brought me a chocolate rose. He always comes up to the office to see me. "What's going on Bill?" I'll say, "I just came up here to flirt with you," he'll say. We talk about baked goods and his kids. His youngest boy is about to turn 21 and be released from juvenile hall, his boy ended up there due to complications and parole violations after grabbing a girl's breast when he was fifteen.
Today, Bill brought me some apple pie. It's a cold cure. It's Everclear, cinnamin, apple schnapps, and god knows what else. It smells and tastes like kiddie cough syrup. It will clear your sinuses and make you dance a jig. He brought me a whole jug of it. It's in an honest to god jug. I've never had anyone give me anything in a jug before. I don't know quite how to repay someone for a jug gift. I think I'll try brownies.
8:32 PM | permalink

To Do List

Fax Ben's Minnesota Driving record to City of Portland

Get Groceries

Fill out applications for Multnomah county jobs

Prune rose bushes

Cut down dead daisies

Pick up rotting apples

Detail Greta the Jetta
7:18 PM | permalink