A funny story from my massage appointment last night: I had not been to see our regular massage therapist for over a year, because the level of muscle tension I had was so much that getting a massage didn't really help anything. (As in, not only did I have spots that hurt when she applied any sort of pressure to them, but I would be sore and creaky for days after the massage.)

Pete, being Pete, nagged and nagged until I finally said "Okay, I'll go see Irene." Who, during the massage, commented that my back wasn't the usual piece of rock it had been in the past, and there didn't seem to be any areas that were so sore that I flinched away from her. After some more discussion, we came up with the theory that the anti-anxiety med I'm on has helped reduce the level of physical tension I was carrying around, in addition to the mental/emotional side. It was the most relaxing/enjoyable massage I've ever had.

(Sure, I have some bruising from the massage, but that's because I am a delicate flower and bruise freakishly easily, not because our massage therapist is a brute.)

Hooray for California!

I am in bizarro land today.

1st-and it's not just me; it's several people today-I keep feeling like it's Friday, which would be bad enough because of the disappointment I keep feeling everytime I realize it isn't, but also because it's making me disappointed that tomorrow is Friday, and that's no way to feel about Friday.

2nd, there is a huge thing going on in my circle of friends that is so jaw droppingly wrong I can't think about it for more than a few minutes before I have to think about something else or my brain will fall out. I literally gasp out loud everytime my mind stumbles on it during a moment of inactivity at work.

Sorry to hear about the crapload of crap, Jars.

I have just finished some home renovation. For as long as S has lived here, there's been this big, black, ugly set of shelves dividing the living room from the dining room, and generally collecting clutter and dust, blocking light, and unnecessarily breaking up the apartment.

S hated it when she first moved in, but grew to accept it. And for the three years I've been here, I've mostly hated it.

Well, thanks to some other cleaning, new furniture, and other rearrangements around the house, S has agreed to get rid of it. She's spent the last week or so pulling stuff off the shelves, and this morning, I finally knocked the damned thing apart.

We had a big apartment before. It's now cavernous. We both really like the new, open apartment.

Go Lisah! Say hi to Rehoboth for me.

2nd, there is a huge thing going on in my circle of friends that is so jaw droppingly wrong I can't think about it for more than a few minutes before I have to think about something else or my brain will fall out.

Okay, Tease! Now I'm dying to know what it is! I need distraction for this last part of the day. I'm totally scatterbrain Vacation Girl today.

Go Lisah! Say hi to Rehoboth for me.

Thanks, Sox! I will.

Okay, Tease! Now I'm dying to know what it is!

Me too! You make it sound so enticingly awful!

Which is not to say that you should share any of the gruesome details. I'm mostly just outing myself as a shameless lover of gossip, even gossip about complete strangers I will never meet.

I'm mostly just outing myself as a shameless lover of gossip, even gossip about complete strangers I will never meet.

Oh, seriously! My favorite gossip is about people I don't know.

Heh. I'm with JZ--I love gossip, even when it's about people I don't know and will never meet.

So, after over a week with no real work to do, I have access to some places where I could go look and find things to read. And learn about my work. And now I"m all "Don't wanna". Oy.

At least I"m feeling less fall-over-asleep than I was earlier. I still can't decide if this is an actual side effect of the meds, or just me believing in the side effects...probably the latter. That, or needing more caffeine.

I'll whitefont it, because I can't even look at it

My friend has been dating this guy we've all been a little concerned about. There's the short time period from her divorce to seriously dating this guy, there's some substance abuse problems, there's him talking moving her to CA with him and marrying her all after 7 months, 1 messy divorce and some seriously thorny stuff.

A few weeks ago I talked to her about taking a step back and really looking at all this (remember my friend's boyfriend lecturing me on how to express my opinion-this is why).

Last night there was a huge function that both of our companies attended. I got an email this morning from our friend and her coworker that at that event he caused a huge scene, in front of her coworkers, her clients and people in our industry. Per our friend's email "He hit on our client – [bigshot at company x]. He would not back down. Kissed the guy on his bald head, rubbed his stomach and told him he was in really good shape. Then, when the guy told him to back off – progressively getting more and more stern – [Boyfriend] cupped the guy’s face in his hands and tried to kiss him on the lips! The guy grabbed [boyfriend's] hands and pushed him back. The more [our friend] would tell [boyfriend] to stop, the more he would bow up. [Other coworker of theirs] told me all of this. [our friend] has not made it into the office yet.

How I would kill for a post preview right now.