the coolest guy has just emailed me. he is heading home from work because he is sick. i hope he is still sick tomorrow because i have a feeling i am going to be sick too. we are supposed to be going to see the late showing of punch drunk love tonight. it got good reviews. plus someone said to me yesterday �you should go see it, its quirky just like you� and thus i need to know what the hell they meant by that and if i should have been flattered or thrown down my glove. its 3.12pm and the office is eerily quiet. i think i will take advantage of this fact and skedaddle at 4pm.
3:15 p.m. - October 22, 2002
i was talking to this guy yesterday about how sad (his word) and scary (my word) the world has become. our conversation, or rather the thoughts i had during it, stayed with me for the evening.
on the way home from work i decided to pick up a copy of the economist. i haven�t bought one since i decided to subscribe to it a few weeks ago but as my first subscripted copy hadn�t arrived yet and, due in part to the above mentioned conversation, i was getting world knowledge withdrawal symptoms i decided to fork out the $5.85. of course when i got home and checked my mail box low and behold there was a copy of my favourite bathtime reading just waiting for me. i�ve never subscribed to either a paper or a magazine before. the only thing of this type that i ever read religiously was the tv guide out of the saturday guardian and twinkle girls comic when i was about 5 years old. i�m not a big fan of women�s magazines. i don�t want to read about the latest fashions (i�m 5 foot tall what do i care what is in fashion or not), i don�t need make up tips (ok maybe i do need them but i�m not interested in getting them) and i really don�t need someone else giving me 20 ways to improve my sex life (frankly if i can�t work out what a guy wants myself �isn�t that at least half the fun? - or he�s too stupid to tell me then the sex deserves to be crap). i�m sure they have other stuff in women�s magazines but it�s been so long since i looked at one that i forget. personally, i would rather read a book.
so the coolest guy came home from work and although he only hung around for about an hour it was long enough for him to tell me that he had the new job title of �senior economist�. he also mentioned that his new team boss had said that if he�d joined the group earlier he would have taken him on a business trip to hong kong. of course i was happy about his new prospect of more travel because i know he loves to travel (we both do) and i know he misses the fact that he used to fly around the world on various business trips in his old job but i couldn�t help thinking about my earlier conversation. the world no longer feels like a safe place and, while we will always travel where and when we can, i am more reluctant to wave him off to places that i�m not sure of.
12:34 p.m. - October 22, 2002
i slipped in the shower last night and whacked my ass against the ceramic soap dish, which sticks out from the wall. i woke up this morning with a sore left butt cheek and a bruise scarily reminiscent of the ones i got during my first few weeks of snowboarding. it actually hurts so much that i have to try and wiggle less when i walk, rendering me totally sexiless.
talking of snowboarding the coolest guy is concerned about the meteorological threat of us having a mild winter. this morning he announced that our only option is to sell my soul to the devil in return for much snow on the mountains. he says it�s probably not worth much anyway.
11:41 a.m. - October 22, 2002
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