And over in Dem-land, we of course had a huge shin-dig of our own last night; complete with a handful of ex-Presidents and Presidential hopefuls. Presenting a united front and in the process gathering together $11 million for the parties coffers. My buddy Jimmy was there, even, chastising Ralph Nader for potentially sabotaging the race again by running.

But let�s talk about something much more important, i.e. me.

In what I�m sure will shortly be considered an ill-advised, spur-of-the-moment move, I put an online personals ad up two days ago. It�s not at one of the famous sites, so don�t go over there and look for me or anything. In fact, I�d never heard of the site I went to, before two days ago. And then, I was so shocked that our crack-security team over here at work even allowed me access to the site that something in me got all excited and I just had to stay late that night in order to fill out a profile.

I actually saw several guys on the site who appeared to be interesting, so we�ll see how this goes. I�m not sure how I feel about the whole internet-dating thing, really, but I do make good first impressions with guys, so maybe it will work well for me (it�s only after they know me for a few days that the problems set in). If nothing else, my dating pool could significantly widen, which is always a good thing. I must get away from the Musicians and Salesmen that I seem to be surrounded by.

I�ve already begun an email exchange program with a couple of guys � one of whom actually interests me (the other lives in San Diego, was in the Air Force for a number of years and still works for the Navy. Something tells me we may not be a match made in heaven).

John is coming down again this weekend. I am looking forward to seeing him, actually. I�ve been feeling kind of�well, you know, I�ve been down lately. John can sometimes be like a big comfy blanket when I�m feeling blue�of course, he can also sometimes make matters ten times worse, but lets keep our hopes up for this weekend shall we? Last weekend he managed to do both, within a twenty-four hour period. Granted, when I got home from seeing the-band-with-the-incredibly-stupid-name on Saturday night, I was not in the best of emotional places. John, like most men, has a huge problem dealing with me when I�m just being irrational and emotional. He even asked me, at one point, �So what happened tonight that has you so upset?�

You know �like anything has to happen to make a girl upset. Sheesh.

But anyway, then on Sunday he was sweet as pie and understanding and we had a nice talk before he left.

It�s all just a throw of the dice with that man.

In spite of the pathetic fact that I am trying not to think about the fact that the Hunky Drummer has not called me to ask me out for tonight (not that he was supposed to or anything. I was just holding out hope. Hence the word �pathetic�), I can not tell you how happy I am that today is Friday. Yesterday dragged by in meeting-infested drudgery and I found myself several times tempted to forcibly stick my letter-opener thru my eyeball�or somebody�s eyeball, anyway. I feel bad for the Little Big Man, because he can tell there�s something just not quite on with me. I�m not exactly in a bad mood or doing shoddy work or anything�there�s just something a little off. I�m not talking very much; I am coming in about half an hour later than usual and I keep leaving at reasonable hours of the evening. I know he knows something is wrong, but he�s my boss. He knows I�ll talk to him if I need to, but he doesn�t like to pry in to my life, ya know? We know far too much about each other as it is. However, I know it must be driving him crazy not to know what�s going on with me.

My brother Mark actually called me on the phone two nights ago, just to chat. That�s just�weird. Anyway, apparently, he�s going to break up with his girlfriend (Meg Ryan). She is starting with the �committed-relationship-pressure� I think. He is so not ready for that. I�m kind of glad they�re breaking up. I�m not all that impressed by her.

I guess that�s it, kids. Here�s hoping ya�ll have a wonderful weekend.

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Word of the Day for Friday March 26, 2004

mephitic muh-FIT-ik, adjective:

1. Offensive to the smell; as, mephitic odors.

2. Poisonous; noxious.

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