There Is Hope For Me Yet

OK, it's official! I have gone on a date! I know, it's been a really long time since I had an actual date. Since we can't really count Bear as ever admitting to taking me on a date, I suppose it's been since last summer. Man, I really need to get out more.

This new guy, let's call him, Wyoming. We met online, like the dorks we are, and after the "relationship" I had with the ex- I was a bit skeptical. OK, forget skeptical, scared shitless is more like it.

I went into the date totally nervous but not expecting much at all. His pictures online portrayed him as particularly nerdy. I must admit, I was pleasantly surprised! Conversation was really easy and I had a good time. He has a nice smile, a HUGE dimple and pretty good fashion sense.

There was even smooching!! Keep your fingers crossed for me.

Season Finale

As the entire world knows (even those literally living in caves) this week was the season finale of LOST. It amazed, it bewildered, it did everything LOST is supposed to (ie, answer questions with more questions.) It left me feeling slightly warm and fuzzy (Jack and Juliet kiss and jack professing love for Kate) and slightly a flitter in anticipation for the season opener come fall.

And then I heard a nasty rumor.

And then I realized it wasn't rumor at all, but actually a terrible terrible fact that borders on cruel and unusual punishment.

LOST isn't coming back until 2008. February 2008 in fact. A full 9 months away. And I do not think that it is coincidence that the wait time for the next season of LOST is the same length of time it takes to create human life, the show which has the most influence over my life than all other tv combined and children seem to have way to many similarities:

When its good, its good and all you want to do is cuddle with it and tell it you love it. But when it's bad, its bad but you feel guilty turning your back and punishing it.

At some point in your life it will disappoint you.

At some point in your life you will be proud of it.

It will do things you do not understand.

As it grows older it might need glasses.

You will spend hours researching possible ailments or other aspects of it's life.

I wonder if LOST will grow up to dye it's hair blue and tell me that it hates me!

The Pnuemonia Diet

I know, I know, I promised to start blogging more often and I have totally failed in that attempt. I had grand aspirations. I was totally ready to put that focus on the blog and get down to it. I was turning over a new leaf. And then I got sick.

Last Monday I woke up with a sore throat and a horrible hacking, dry, unproductive cough associated with burning lungs. It was rather odd to feel my lungs from the inside, it just isn't supposed to work that way. By Tuesday I was running a fever. It progressed this way until I found myself bed ridden on Friday.

(Side note: I really really hate Scroll Lock. Why would anyone actually use that? For two days now I've been trying to get my f-ing Excel files to move properly, but nooooooooooo the stupid ass shits wouldn't do it. And only now I had an epiphany!! Scroll lock. AHA, and now it works. I'm ripping this button off of my keyboard right now to prevent this from ever happening again)

After being too sick to really enjoy Flick's birthday dinner at Osho and the celebration at kickball on Thursday I finally decided to call in sick and just stay in bed on Friday. Beyond better judgement I made an appointment to see the doc. Unfortunately I was told it was just cold, nothing curable, and I was just going to have to wait it out until death finally came to take me out of my misery. I should have stayed in bed.

By Monday I was finally starting to feel better, enough to go to work. I'm still hacking uncontrollably and my nose is still stuffed up with completely clear snots. But I did learn one thing, being sick for a week is easiest way to lose 8 pounds. You should try it!

Average20Something-itis

Remember that episode of Friends when Phoebe gets sick and she gets this amazing deep, sultry, sex voice? She sings some stupid song about shoes and she's all hott and amazing? That is me right now. Well, except for the singing part.

I currently feel as though there is a tiny little jalapeno pepper in my lungs, bouncing around making all my alveoli burn up. It's like someone has reached into my chest and started squeezing my lungs. It is actually a really odd feeling, you really aren't supposed to be able to feel your lungs from the inside out. Attached to his pepper is a stick with a piece of sand paper and it is scraping back and forth and up and down in my throat each time the pepper moves.

I swear, people should study me.

A beautiful spring day

It is, as we speak, exactly 75 degrees in my office. It is a glorious day. The sun is shinning. I'm wearing Capri pants, a tank top and sandals. I could live in this weather with the fresh air streaming in the windows forever....

But alas, let's mark the occasion, on May 10th, 2007 at 10:48 am, the air conditioning in my office officially went on, and will stay on until October. I will now be destined to pulling my winter clothes back out and freezing my butt off for the rest of the summer. What a buzz kill.

Work Sucks

I haven't been blogging much lately. Primarily, there hasn't really been much going on that would require me to actually talk about it so much. But on the other hand, my company changed hands and I wasn't sure how much they were spying on my computer work. But as days went past and I looked at more and more inappropriate things and no one said, "Hey, Dutchess, you really shouldn't be looking at that NSFW trailer for weird Hungarian film at work" I realized I could probably get away with a lot more than I originally thought.

So, in other words, those of you out there who wait on baited breath for my next installment of rantings and unnecessary inane piddling no longer will have to go too long without.