So things are plodding along.

Job (check)
Opposite sex (check)
Money (check)
Good Health ....um check. Sort of.

The point being that I was plodding along and was not paying attention last week. I WAS plodding along minding my own, and then the klutzy-inevitable happened. I banged my toe. But this time I banged it good enough to pull the nail off...of my big toe. *sigh* although at the time sighing was not exactly what I was engaged it.

more like a turretsian fit of expletives flowing from my mouth. I wish that I could say that it was a rare sight. Unfortunately for me...its pretty common to see me doing this exact thing. Swearing a blue streak as the result of my own inability to understand my personal spatial relations with the rest of the world.

god damn I'm klutzy.

I'm surprized that I haven't ended up in traction or a full body cast already. 'Cause it feels like I'm headed in that direction already.

Yesterday was a strange mixture of great and sad.

Jorje Antonio Cuervas died 2 weeks ago of complications due to liver cancer. He was a wonderful man. Quiet, loving and musical he will be missed RIP 1945 - 2003


I went to the wake yesterday morning. It was at the Fort Mason in Building A. The place was filled with people who loved and wanted to honor his memory. It was truly touching, and very emotional. I cried. Not for myself, but for his wonderful family who now have to live without him.

Then I decided to go hikin...in Marin...in a skirt...and flimsy shoes. It was not (obviously) a good idear.

Time has sped up, and in the wake of this extra momentum I've been negligent of so many people and things that I needen't have been.

Yet I think they may be wiling to forgive me. Tonight I'm going to celebrate life - Tonight I'm going to live it up with a bang, if only for a little while. You know I'm not as young as I used to be. I'm going to gossip fiendishly and flirt shamelessly. And somehow manage to get to bed at a respectable hour.

- haven't got any money riding on it though.

Three years and a lifetime away from the moment I "thought" life would change forever.

Strangely Life has stayed somewhat the same. I'm not quite sure if that is good; having been told ad naseum that I MUST feel a sense of loss and greif for those who did suffer innocently at the hands of others.

And I do. However I am more scared that "we" collectively haven't learned from what has transpired. That scares me more than an angry group of terrorists who lash out because it they feel it is the ONLY way to make themselves heard.

And I am still as helpless as I was at 5:45 am PST 9/11/01.

Week 1 and a half completed...and already I'm sick as dog. I caught a cold the VERY first week that I was at my office. ugh. It was a head cold and has now culminated into a chest cold...meaning that I've managed to cough away my voice. Christ. Things could not have had a more awful beginning.

Truthfully the job seems great sofar. But as a temp I'm treated as a temp and all of the other super-imposed sterotypes that go along with being a temp. I don't have access to files that I'll need in order to do the work that's been asked of me. I can't assist because I don't have access to the directories that I do need access to in order for me to assist...the list goes on and on.

it could make a girls frustrated. But why? 'Cause I'm a temp...I'm really only going to be here for a few more months...I can tough it out.