- I got my ex-husband's financial paperwork from my lawyer a few days ago, another step closer to my divorce being final. This pleases me. The ex is doing very well financially, and has saved quite a bit of money since we split. I, however, have enlarged my shoe collection by several pairs, and am feeling somewhat foolish as a result. This does not please me.
- I almost took a new job and left the foolishness at BSMC once and for all. However, the prosepective new employers were offering less money and less vacation, and I decided to stay where I am. Three days after making this decision, I found myself still in my office after 8:30pm on a Friday, cursing our lab for delaying important test results yet again. This is not what I would consider positive reinforcement of my decision, but there you have it.
- The Writer dumped me on Wednesday night. He called around 10pm, and with very little preamble informed me that he doesn't want to be a boyfriend and isn't really in to dating right now, even though I'm wonderful and he feels badly about it and blah blah blah. Once again, I am not pleased. The upside, however, is that since being dumped automatically puts me into what I affectionately think of as "Fat ugly and neurotic mode", it has brought me back to my neighborhood yoga studio in the hopes of preventing any stress-induced, chocolate-fueled weight gain. Plus, as I just fired my acupuncturist, I'm hoping the yoga might coax my shoulders from their current position approximately 1 mm below my earlobes. Why did I fire her, you ask? In addition to making me drink an herb mixture that tastes like hell 3 times a day, she was very into this treatment called cupping. The involves punching countless holes in my back with something that feels like a staple gun, then applying suction cups in the hopes of 'releasing stagnant energy'. If you saw "Alien: Resurrection" (the one where a pre-shoplifting Winona Ryder plays an android), remember the scene at the end where Sigourney Weaver breaks a tiny hole in the window of the spaceship, and the alien gets sucked against it and the sheer force squirts his entire body out of the ship like one long strand of spaghetti? That's what cupping feels like. I'd rather keep my migraines, thanks.
But it could be worse. My orchids are alive and well. I have the weekend off. And I still have one reliable man in my life, although he does hog the pillows.
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