i opened some case files for a consultant in another department and took them down to his office. there were a bunch of people in there, my boss included. as i was leaving my boss started talking about how great my apartment was and how much she liked my 'art work' and suddenly someone had the brilliant idea of having a cheese and wine party at my place so everyone could take a peek ('i'll bring some cheese and so and so can bring wine and all you have to do is host"). i couldn't get a word in edgeways throughout this whole conversation. i guess i should let the coolest guy know that we are having a party.
3:38 p.m. - January 23, 2003
so i found $10 this morning and spent $1,218.28 in my lunch hour. if only it were the other way around. i bought a new couch. i love the couch but i still left the shop rotating the phrases "its ok" and "oh my god", and trying to ensure that i didn't forget to breathe. i guess i'm just not used to making big purchases without the coolest guy around to hold my hand and tell me "it's only money, we'll make some more of it". the funny thing is, when i spent $1000 on my board, boots and bindings i didn't give it a second thought.
my boss and her boyfriend came over last night, before i went out for my run, to check out our old sofa which they have decided to buy from us. its the first time she's been over to our new place and she loved it. they particularly liked the art work over the couch. "i made that" i said with some embarrassment. after a few "no ways" i explained how i came up with the idea and how easy it was to do despite the fact that i don't believe i have a creative bone in my body. they were well impressed and it made me feel very pleased with myself.
1:37 p.m. - January 23, 2003
i tried to find sigur ros this morning but it was not to be so i ended up with an eclectic mix of big black, butthole surfers, dj shadow and the cure.
at 8pm last night i was about half way through my 40 minute training run. it was totally pissing down with rain, my hair was so wet it was straight (a sure sign that i am a natural curly top) and my pants were cling wrapped to my legs. by 8.30 pm i was in the shower and by 9pm i was in richards having my first drink and thanking the stars that i was finally sitting down for the evening. of course i didn�t actually get to sit down for long. despite having sore legs and aching feet, i stood up for the whole gig and i�m damn glad i did. jonathan richman rules big-time. enough said.
10:03 a.m. - January 23, 2003
i stuck my hand in my jacket pocket and pulled out an ATM receipt. "it would be nice if just once it turned out to be a $20 note", i thought to myself. i then stuck my hand in my other pocket to see if miracles do exist and pulled out another ATM receipt. except that it wasn't. it was a $10 note. which would have been great if i hadn't asked for a $20.
8:45 a.m. - January 23, 2003
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