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“On Call” in PTown!
 
Yay! Tomorrow morning we leave for the Cape!  We will spend the evening with Karl’s parental unit, have a lovely breakfast at Percy’s (really good food!), leave Dusty with her biggest fans and head off to gay old PTown.  It is funny, but I can already feel myself starting to relax. 

It was very busy at work today.  I had an important meeting with HR — my fellow manager needed to run out and score some caffeine.  I agreed and raided the vending machine for M&M’s which I then sorted by color and ate with sips of soda.  We had our meeting and accomplished quite a bit, but I was just relieved to be able to focus on one person and eat my sorted M&M’s without worry of any interviews, angry executives or upset employees.

As I was wrapping things up tonight I found myself daydreaming of lying out in the sun with cool music playing in my ears — sometimes raising my head to look at Karl and the ocean.  Oh, I can’t wait! 

The only downside is that I am “on call” for work the whole time I am out.  I will have to check my email and voice mail once a day, touch base with a fellow manager who is standing in for me as Office Manager twice a day and have my pager/cell at the ready 24/7.  I am a Democrat. I am not happy with Kerry and Edwards and I am so sick of this fucking DNC! Aside from all of the everyday hassles —- it is the reason I have to be on the ready to jump on a ferry or rent a car to get back to Boston.  Such a pain.  Everyone gets all twitchy and nervous. I just don’t know.

The one thing I do know is that I am going to PTown for a full week and am going to relax and have a sexy awesome time!!!!  …tho, no one is allowed to take my picture while I am on the beach.  …at least no shots below the chest.  …Fatty does not want to be photographed!

Upon my return, my best friend is putting me on an aggressive work-out routine.  She will force me to stick to it and has made it her mission to return my body to its original hard shape when she first meet me. In fact, she told me that she is going to get my ass firmer than it ever knew it could be.  …and, she promises that she won’t make me stop with the chocolate and soda. She feels that this would be a losing battle.  I love Bethie.

I was going to take my brother, Roy, out to dinner tonight to give him a grande send off to NYC, but he got a migraine and had to go straight home and lay down.  I hope he feels better.  Feel a little blue because he will have moved to NYC by the time we return from PTown. Of course, I will be going to see him. He and his girlfriend secured a place in Astoria.  Jon can correct me, but I think that is located in the very beginning of Queens —- not too deep into it.  So, it won’t take them long to get to the city.  They will have to come to the city to visit me.  I doubt that they will be able to pry me out of Manhattan.  The city of life! Bon Voyage, Roy! Start up a new kind of Mudd Club! Get famous quick and hire me to be your PR person. I will get you loads of free stuff and publicity!

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July 22, 2004. Uncategorized.

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