This much is true

My friend R looked at my blog and said, "It's not revealing enough. Not nearly." So this entry is for R. It's this morning's diary entry. Enjoy!

I'm up early again. It's still and quiet. And dark. My poopy mood from yesterday is still with me. J got engaged over the weekend to his ex-girlfriend of 4 years. He says last night, "We moved apart for awhile, then came back together in this really amazing way." This from a guy who was so smitten two months ago that he practically followed me home. It was a disappointing day.

So I spent $750 at Ann Taylor. They were having a sale. It didn't really work, though. So I put bids on 3 Saabs on eBay. That was fun. Two of them are in Texas. I may spend next week driving.

I'm not working well. I should be happy, but I'm not. I want kids. I want a house. I want a husband. Evidently I've turned entirely mainstream at 35 and want what everybody else wants. A nice car. A new leather jacket. A handsome boyfriend. Who's single and interested.

Anyway, this is my rant about being single, and being tired of being single. Maybe it's just what happens when you move too slow. You end up alone. Oh well. There are worse things, I'm sure. What galls me most is feeling typical.

Life is going by very quickly all the sudden. I seems like I'm always showering, or doing the dishes. Like it's time to eat, or I've just eaten, or I'm wondering what I'll eat next. It's like being in a time warp.

A (from work) is driving me nuts. No program support, and every time I ask for something, he places a demand or tries to set some deadline. I hope they fire him and hand me the project. Soon. It would be less work. And here I thought I was becoming a team player.

Bought socks yesterday, and brown pants which are very useful. Don't know about the sweater set and the purple pants. They're pretty. But purple pants?

It's nearly time for my call. The sun has come up, the birds have done their morning swarm song, and traffic has begun to roll down the city streets. The foghorn has quieted in the distance. I am still bummed from yesterday, and have devised a plan: an outfit, including my new orange shirt, made entirely of cotton flannel. Today should be a better day. Now, time to do the dishes.