Raq - excellent news!

Great news, Raq!

Yay Raq!

Thanks, Nora.

Erin, I'm so sorry. That is so difficult.

{{{{}}}} to them that needs and glitter for all.

I have no content of my own.

That's my "HEY!", too. HEY!

Is my HEY too but is especially Debet's today. Happy Birthday!

And yay! for good biopsy, Raq!

I've already had a freak out in my boss' office today about getting here 5 minutes late because traffic was crappy. He doesn't care but the bosses have supposedly been cracking down on people getting here late. I need a 1/2 hour window to account for the vagaries of traffic! This having to be here at an exact time thing is making me tense. My jaw is sore from the clenching! (My boss is totally cool though and is helping me write a proposal about why it is in the company's best interest to let me work at home a couple of days or a day, even, a week.)

YAY RAQ!

Also, Gronk.

lisa - unless you are the only one with the key, opening the door, your exact arrival should not be that huge of a deal. Geeesh. Working from home is gooooooooooooooooooooood.

Raq, that is fantastic news!!!

I need new Teppy pictures. Stat!

Haven't taken any. I'll see what I can do.

Raq, I'm so glad for the good news.

KristinT - insent to your profile (just cause I don't know how often you check that address.)

unless you are the only one with the key, opening the door, your exact arrival should not be that huge of a deal.

I know! But evidently the big boss walked through last week one day at 9:15 and "nobody" was here. I was on vacation that day. And a lot of people don't start until 9:30 or 10. And it's impossible to tell if people are here unless you walk down the rows and look in each cube. it's so stupid. I'm sure it'll blow over in a couple of weeks. I shouldn't get stressed out over it but I do because I'm a Sensitive Writer. And, also, because they are messing with me being able to work from home when I need to.

In non-stupid irrations of working life news, tonight I get to eat at one of the best French restaurants in the area tonight for free with my friend who is the food section editor of a glossy regional magazine here. We ate there a year and a half or so ago and had the most delicious house cured prosciutto and wine from the restaurant's vineyards in France.

I'm a bad person.

So I had this date last night, with a girl I met on eHarmony. I went in with mild trepidations, because, though I've thoroughly enjoyed our online conversations, there were a few signs that my feelings towards her would be amused-but-not-really-interested. Still, date, whole point is getting-to-know and whatnot.

Dinner was good. Tasty pasta, interesting conversation, good bit of wine. Still undecided on interest level - no real connection, but no evidence that connections could not be found.

Post-dinner drinks at her apartment, with her roommate. Fun, but warning levels increasing - she changed her clothes a lot, and acknowledged the girly-craziness of it, and I thought it was funny - but still a turnoff. Obsessively talked about decorating the new apartment. Calling herself fat (P.S. she's not). Also, regular smoker, and I'm sensitive to it, as I can definitely feel this morning. None of these are deal-breakers by themselves, but they speak to a thought process that's not for a girlfriend. But I'm still having fun, a bit drunk, not in the mood to end the night just yet.

Karaoke bar. GREAT Karaoke bar. More drinks. The thing is, you put me, drinks, karaoke, and an amenable pretty girl together, and my judgment is gone, gone, gone. Girl in arms. Kissing girl. REALLY good kisses.

Back at girl's apartment. Wasted. Girl, also wasted. Say should leave, can't think with brain when drunk with girl. Girl say don't leave, sleep on floor in still-unfurnished-not-moved-into room. Cuddle. Girl pretty. Brain bad. David stay.

Wake up, again with the use of brain, judgment, and verbs. Realize that I should have left last night, but didn't. Sigh. Still, the girl's very cute when she's asleep, so I enjoy the arm-bundle until she has to wake up to go to her work. This was the second bad-judgment moment, because instead of admitting my fully confirmed lack of serious interest, I... didn't. I kissed her instead, and sent her off to work.

It's weird because yesterday was the first time we've met, but because of the whole eHarmony vibe I know a lot about how she sees relationships. And she likes me, and definitely wants things to continue, and I clearly did a bad job of showing that I... don't. And it's sad, because I do like her, and I do think we could be friends, except that we met in this way that simply makes THAT impossible, but I already care about her enough that it's gonna suck telling her and bursting the romantic fantasies about me she already has.

Blah.