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Wednesday, February 02, 2005


I am not going to tell you where I was, however I had a doctor's apointment today so it just might have been in a swanky office building, could have been at Harvard Law School or it could have been here at my apartment building. I was waiting for the elevator to reach the lobby so that I could exit. Bing! Lobby level --- doors open. I nearly walk right into a very lovely woman. Couiffed to perfection, nails tastefully painted, a modest but effective power suit and legs for days. She smiled --- like a ray of white gleaming between two pink lips. I said, "Excuse me" and she politely said, "No, excuse me" We smiled at each other. I exited the elevator, she entered. As the doors to the elevator were shutting I heard a fart eminate from within that little space she just entered. I mean, this lady squirted a a MAJOR passage of wind. ...then, to top it off --- she belched like a 200 pound truck driver. Yes, team --- beauty fades, but a fart is forever.

Well, therapy sucked. I am tired of being at home. However, I am able to sleep pretty well. No reason to get too excited this just means that the other doctor will be lower my dosage again next week. I can hardly wait. Am not sure if I have actually blogged about this, but my firm has decided that they are unable to wait for the doctors to release me back to work and are recruiting to replace my position. It sucks because I liked my position there, but so it goes. I will be returning to the firm at the same rank/level of Assistant Director but will be serving the firm in another capacity. I don't know what that will be. I think I did well at my job and I gave a lot of myself to it and to the people for whom and with I worked. I was the first person in the position so I played a major role in helping to define it. Feels a bit like my baby has been taken away. Am looking at it from the positive side --- this may offer me a new an excitng opportunity within the firm when I return. ...I just hope I return soon! UGH!

Had lunch with Karl and we had a nice chat. I am really pleased that he and I have been able to remain pals. It feels totally natural. He was telling me about his man! (smile!) Am looking forward to meeting Rich. Karl seems very happy so I already like him! And, tomorrow, we finally close on the sale of the condo. I've determined that Karl is probably going to have to prop me up as I am still quite overly-medicated in the am --- hard to function at all. However, I will have to manage. All I have to do is sign. Karl will just have to nudge me if I drift off. LOL! Should be interesting! I was going to delay taking the morning dose, but that can't be done. Oh well.

For those of you who are following the saga that is my life ---- my happiest weekend ever may have just been that. ...a fleeting, but wonderous weekend. I hope that I am wrong. I am really thinking hard about it and what I want/need out of life. There is so much going on right now. I just don't know. However, I've no regrets. I met a prince --- and loved every single minute of it and him I just might not be the prince for him. Sometimes life works that way.

On the lighter side, I've posted some way cool new pictures in a new photo album linked below. I think you will all be impressed with what a Russian artiste made for me! I had emailed with him this past summer --- and I had forgotten about it, but the package found me. It might scare you a little, but you have to admit. ...it is unique!!!!!



Blogger Jon said...

Farting in elevators should be punishable by death- no matter how attractive or well groomed the woman may have been, it's just wrong on so many levels.

How much more time off work do you have? You're acting like a European (they always have 6 weeks at least off a year) ;)

12:55 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

it makes me so glad i seldom deal with elevators. and it just shows that class is a relative term.


4:26 PM  

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