Good luck, askye! I'm waffling on whether or not I want to keep my appt today to check out a cute place that the boy and I spotted over the weekend. On the one hand I want it to be perfect because the price already is and the neighborhood is wonderful. On the other hand, not so much, because I wasn't planning on moving out of my place until some time in September and it's a little too far north for the boy.

And after all of that typing, I think I just talked (typed) myself out of keeping the appt. Huh.

I wanna see Nora and Tom! Stupid work won't let me into Flickr. *pout* I'll just have to write myself a note to remember and look from home tonight.

Was this the townhouse you were looking at after lunch? Darn it. I want you closer.

I just friended a few high school friends on facebook. Now I'm all nervous. Why? No clue. Suzi = dork.

Askye, good luck with the apartment.

Blech, I have a panic attack ''hangover'' today.

Askye, good luck with the apartment.

Raq, I'm wishing these folks get their just deserts. Or desserts. Neither of those look right, but flaming dog poop sounds about right.

Nora, those pics made me smile all over my face, you both look so happy.

sj, I'm sorry about the hangover--is it adrenaline? I know what that feels like and it sucks. In any case, take care of you and feel better soon.

Nicole (hi! it's been forever!) isn't it odd how some part of our brain seems to know what we reeeeeally want to do? The perfect place will appear at the right time, I'll bet.

meara, how frustrating, both about the argument and the distance.

And Sox, stay strong. I don't envy you. A well-developed sense of responsibility can be our own worst enemy sometimes.

o_a, don't worry. The boxes will still be there when you're ready to tackle them again.

Suzi, I have no good advice, since I avoid anybody I knew in high school like the plague. And sites like facebook and myspace mystify me, because, why? Yes, I know I'm callous and strange. Okay--may all the people you liked in high school pounce on you with glee, and may the mean kids be nowhere in evidence.

Thanks, Beverly. I think it's a hormonal thing. My period is due in the next day or so. It feels worse this month.

Suzi, I have no good advice, since I avoid anybody I knew in high school like the plague.

Yeah, there is that. I've stayed in touch with a couple of people over the years, but there are a handfull of others I wish I had stayed in touch with. Those are the ones I found and friended - we will see what happens. With all the changes I have made so far this year, I'm also trying to be better about reaching out to people. Scary as crap, but I'm trying.

Heh, and then there's the frightening thing of getting some random person who looks vaguely familiar friending you. That happened to me. Didn't recognize the name, but assume it was her married name. Problem was the immediate sense of annoyance when I thought about who she was. Is my subconscious trying to tell me something?

Gah - I should have included my maiden name in the "add a message" thing. Drat it. And my current picture has me in full A's garb. I'm a total dork. Oh, well.

I got a friend request on Facebook on Friday night from a guy I barely knew in HS. And I accepted, and now he wants to get together. Dude! I barely remember you.

OTOH, it's not like I'm exactly overflowing with friends around here. And he's local, as it turns out, but not really since he's out in the burbs. Which, seriously, might as well be Oklahoma for all the likelihood of my ever going there.

Was this the townhouse you were looking at after lunch? Darn it. I want you closer.

I've decided to still go look at it - mostly because I didn't bring my gym bag to work with me anyway and now need a reason for why I'm not going to the gym if I cancel my appt - but I doubt I'll even take pics while I'm there. I want the commute for Mike and I to be equal, if possible, and this place just isn't.

The perfect place will appear at the right time, I'll bet.

Thanks, Bev. (HI! I MISS YOU!) I'm sure you're right.

Barb - we'll get pictures of these awesome shoes, yes? Preferably with a Barb wearing them, yes?