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Yikes.

Another day of lying around and doing nothing again but poppin’ Motrin.

Wildchild called - she had a headache and wants to do it tomorrow night. I don’t really feel like it myself so I guess I’ll call her tomorrow and cancel. I was ready to go tonight - but now I don’t feel like spending any money on her dumb ass unless she wants to go somewhere really cheap. She’ll want to drink (can you say alcoholic?) so I don’t feel like footing a giant bill.

I’m stuck - don’t know what I want to do about this house thing. I either try to get close to my job and pick a place in a gamey neighborhood or go far out. I’ve seen some nice backyards and bigger houses that are far out from the ole job. Now most people wouldn’t think this was any kind of dilemma. You pick the good neighborhood and the bigger house. That’s common fucking sense. Right? You have to sacrifice with a commute but you get a quiet place, bigger yard and quiet neighborhood in return right?

Seems like the school districts range from 5-4’s in the Great Schools thingie unless I want to get a 2 bedroom condo in the areas with the 9 rating. Private school will probably cost me an arm and a leg. The commute should be interesting - I can catch a train (7-10 mile drive from the area) and then ride for 40 minutes each way at 8.00 round trip. Dilemma, dilemma dilemma.

Wish I could afford something in the city…. something that wasn’t in a bad bad neighborhood.

Oh well.

Guess it wasn’t that unproductive…..

It’s been a downright unproductive day.

I’ve been poppin’ some Motrin and being extremely lazy.

I’m relieved that the evacuations are happening now instead of waiting for another disaster. But honestly, haven’t the residents of New Orleans been through enough? I just visited the beautiful city in May and it pains me to think that it’ll be subjected to destruction again.

I spent the last 45 minutes looking at luxury homes online. SF gate’s home section has it - it’s called VIEWS - Multi million dollar homes. Now last time, I grabbed one of the free magazines at a ritzy grocery store in Marin - so I was surprised to see it online. It sits in my car and I look at it any chance I get - it’s all dog eared from fantasies unfulfilled. While online, I looked longingly at 64 pages of gazillion dollar homes. I also read about Ms. Olivia Hsu Decker and found it pretty extraordinary how much money she’s made selling ritzy real estate. Interesting stuff. A view is a magnificent thing.

I also saw the author Amy Tam’s Sausalito writer’s cottage on sale for a cool 1.5 million. It was nice - then I thought to myself : there’s money in writing too.

Oh well.

Enough of lifestyles of the rich and famous….

It’s like a sophisticated version of MTV cribs - drooling over someone else’s good fortune.

I know I gotta call Moms - but I think I’ll wait until tomorrow night.

I actually need to get productive and do laundry/clean out my car/pick up around here before this weekend is over. I’ve already spent an entire day doing absolutely NOTHING.

Yikes, how time flies.

Took a minute to get finances in order though - realized that I hadn’t stopped the automatic withdrawl from my account for a credit card I transfered balances away from and they just got another chunk of my money. You know they don’t send that back unless you cancel that card. So I will do that on Tuesday.

The thought of driving again kinda spooks me. I was getting a bit nervous again while driving yesterday and I was driving super conservatively.

Oh well.

Guess I’ll lounge around some more and hit the hay early in hopes that I’ll get up early motivated to do the ‘right thing’.

yesterday was memorable.

it started out like any other day but before 8am I managed to get rear ended so hard that the guy’s airbags went off and his front end was crushed. My neck did a real nice flip. I was dazed as I bumped into the truck in front of me and slightly out of it when I got out of the car to look at the damage. The truck dude said he had no damage and he left me his name & number - drove off. The guy in the back was smoking cigarettes like crazy, dazed and calling someone on his cell phone. An hour later after the disgruntled CHP officer took the report I was jumping in a county car to drive to Stockton for a school meeting. My car limped back with me to work and I had no options to cancel this meeting so I had to go. My back bumper is trashed, looks like the undercarriage is bent up.

It was a rough day yesterday. I was rattled to the bone and white knuckled it to Stockton. I almost cried when I realized that I couldn’t even buy a can of pop because in the chaos I left my wallet sitting on the seat of my car back in the city. I came back and got something to eat with Shopaholic then hit the messages on my phone. Still feeling very anxious and out of it.

Then I did a crazy thing. I left a cheery 7TH message for this idiot co-worker lady who still doesn’t get it - then much to my surprise after my cheerful ‘Hi Jane - (blah blah blah) I will leave a copy on your desk THANK you so much for your help! See you Tuesday! Bye Bye - thanks again! ‘ before I hit the off button - I mumbled ‘fucking idiot’ before I hung up the phone!!!!

I almost wet myself! WTF?????!!!!!! For a whole minute I sat there with my mind jumbled and my mouth in an :0 position before I saw my whole life pass me by and suddenly I was homeless in the streets. So I got my shit together and immediately re-dialed her number. I left her another message, ‘Hey Jane, I am such an idiot - you know I didn’t leave you another copy of xyz and I am such an idiot! I will leave you a copy of xyz at your desk tonight! Thank you so much again!!!! Byeeeeee!’ Now hopefully because I’ve been so nice to this idiot and hopefully she deletes the message after the cheery BYE and never gets it or else I get to say that I was filling out a form while I was leaving her a message and filled it out wrong calling myself a ‘fucking idiot’. It’s believeable. With no malice ever shown towards her - I should be ok. BUT WHAT THE FUCK???!!!

They can’t fire me over this shit - but hopefully it won’t even come down to a counseling memo! WTF??!!! Mental note - after any major accident - GO HOME! Lesson learned: Stop talking shit after hanging up the phone because this time - you DUMB SHIT - YOU didn’t hang up FIRST!!!!!

Oh geez.

My neck and back are killing me but I just want my car fixed. I took it in for an estimate today and to order parts - droppin it off on Tuesday. I get a rental car and then hopefully within 3 weeks it’ll be all new again. That poor fucking car has been rear ended badly - the first time when it was brand spanking new (3 months old) and last December (bad dent on corner - dude paid me 1200.00 - didn’t fix it) and now this year. Every year since I’ve had it. ;( Oh well. At least dude wasn’t hurt and I’ll survive - but I’m not doing any goddamn suing shit. I have medical insurance and I just want my car fixed. I also put a claim in for that damage that I did when I scraped my parking pillar last May so I’ll be out 500.00 to get that fixed. Might as well do it all at once.

Oh well.

I’ve got to clean out the car (that trunk is filled to the brim) - so that super sucks too! I went to the store today for vittles and if anyone wants me to go out and I wanna - they’ll have to come get me. I’m only driving that car back to the shop on Tuesday.

I can say that I had a BAD day yesterday. A real bad day.

I thanked my lucky stars last night that everyone was ok, the damage would be fixed and I didn’t lose my wallet.

Fuck.

I’ve got dinner with WildChild on Sunday night - I talked to her today and she’ll come get me. I’m not tellin her about the house purchase because she will want to be my agent and honestly - I saw what happened between her and her former intern Wade - it got very ugly when she charged 3000.00 for helping him and he went with another person who only charged 1500.00 - she was LIVID and to this day they are not friends even though they co-own a property together. I’m not dealing with her crazy shit. I may ask her for an inspector referral when it gets near but then not before -seems that the home inspector my current realtor wants to use costs 600.00 and LA said that it was WAY too much. So I will ask for a referral later.

Oh - YES HE CAN! by the way….for a moment last night I forgot about the pain and rode on that wave of anticipation in a room full of democrats on the Embarcadero. However, oddly enough I was not moved to tears - but I did enjoy the ‘jabs’.

Ah hah, Mr. McCain - guess you jabbed back today though didn’t you?

Ms. Cats just called to check on me and gave me a 20 minute talk about her bunions. Now her feet are in such bad shape that she can’t wear her crocs anymore and she will need to find a custom shoe making place. It’s pretty terrible. But she got a HUGE laugh outta my ‘freudian’ slip. I’m glad for that. Poor thing… meanwhile her dummy husband (sorry) is bleaching his teeth again. Now how many times have I told this 52 year old man that polishing up his interview skills and being able to vocalize his accomplishments was the key to winning an interview - NOT POLISHING YOUR TEETH. Now you would think he learned something from his last ‘big’ interview for which he got Lasik eye surgery (3000.00 so he wouldn’t have to wear glasses and look younger), whitened his teeth, bought a 400.00 suit (well Ms. Cats bought it) and lost 30 pounds for which ended up ZILCH because when they asked him the reasonable/perfunctory question of ‘what are your accomplishments’ the new and improved (physically looking) Mr Cats - stumbled, mumbled and could not answer the question.

Sometimes you learn.

Sometimes you DON’T!

Yaaaaaacccccccckkkkkkkkkkk.

excuse me,

i just coughed up a furball.

how is it that whenever i do this turnaround the same day Denver to SFO shit that I barely eat.

it’s like mission impossible music is playin in the background as i hustle from airport to see the kid and back because i’m always cuttin’ it so dang close.

but i made it.

the fuckin’ plane stopped in san diego (had to suppress the urge to jump out) on the way to Denver and phoenix on the way back.

I read a book that’s been sittin on my night stand for a month.

Now I’m home, hot bath and EXHAUSTED.

dang. another busy day tomorrow.

hustle
hustle
hustle

gonna buy myself some flowers tomorrow.