Happy Thanksgiving!
2005-11-24 8:56 p.m.

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It's not you, it's me. No wait, it is you.
2005-11-22 2:23 a.m.

You've probably noticed that my updating has been haphazard and lack luster as of late. This is pretty much due to the fact that I have turned into an insane shut in. I only get out of the house to see the doctor. There's only so much writing I can do about getting poked, prodded, scanned and cut up. All I do is sleep and watch Tivo. I've also given up eating so I can't even write about that either.

Well, it's not quite that bad. I did get out of the house and saw the play Pride and Prejudice on Sunday with a couple of girlfriends. We also had a yummy dinner at the Brasserie. I started exercising every night because Francesca scolded me and threatened to no longer turn me to keep me from getting bed sores.

I had a brief romantic interlude a couple of months ago. It was quite lovely while it lasted and I did all the goffy mental things I usually do - imagine what our future children would look like, figure out where we would live and speculate when he would propose, yada, yada, yada, only to get violently and suddenly dumped! The craptacular thing was I got the exact same speech from the last young guy I dated - verbatim. Word for fucking word. I swear if anyone says the words It's not you, it's me or I'm probably overthinking this to me one more time, I will punch him in the jaw hard enough to require hospitalization and painful facial hardware. Bah! Of course it's me. If it wasn't me, you'd still be warm for my form. Am I right? Ack. For him I was just some sort of sexual experiment. For me, he was a glimmer of hope. Men drive me insane. *Shakes fist vaguely towards the westside* I keep dating these young bucks because they're cute and agressive - they want me. I swear to God there are no single men in Portland between the ages of 35-39. None. Zero. Zilch. I dare you to find one (and give me his phone number).

I'll be going back to work in a couple of weeks and rejoining the workforce. I'm kind of excited about sitting in a cubicle again. I've missed listening to my iPod, wearing high heels and shopping downtown. Strangely enough, I miss my work's cafeteria. I could really go for some mushroom bisque about now.

Here's an odd thing that happened to me this evening. I was in the bathroom peeing and Loki came running in. He stopped in front of me and spit out a toy bird onto my foot. I must have looked bored. And yes, the bathroom door was open. When you live with two cats there's no such thing as closed doors or privacy.

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