I skipped two meals– why? There is so much going on that I just simply don’t have time for basic necessities. Finally at 6:30 I went to Sushi Samba. It’s a Japanese-Brazillian restaurant. The food was fabulously different. I really enjoyed it. My entree was some kind of paella. I kept pulling out strange, little, whole, sea creatures from the buttery broth. There were tiny squids, crawfish, shrimp, etc. Some I ate, some I hid under clam shells. I really wanted to order a Kirin Ichiban but my dining partner ordered a diet coke and I felt odd ordering alcohol so I also ordered a diet coke.

This morning was my presentation to the management team on the new department. It went well. As I stood in front of the room, all eyes on me, I realized that I wasn’t one bit nervous. I felt free and in my ZONE. It was a great mini-moment.

This morning I ate yogurt at Au Bon Pain. The rest of the day flew and before I knew it, the clock struck 7. I was so hungry. I packed up my computer, headed back to the hotel, and ordered room service. Next thing I know I am just shoving the food down my throat. Even though my hunger subsided, I kept eating. Now I feel sick. I do this too often.

I’m in Chicago. The flight was uneventful, which is always a good thing. A man wearing a turban sat next to me on the flight. Turns out he was a nice man but I was a little worried at first.
This weekend went by so fast. I barely accomplished any of my goals. Packing this afternoon was such a chore. I couldn’t find anything to wear that I hadn’t already worn a hundred times. My stress level rocketed and I screamed and yelled and took the Lord’s name in vain. If that wasn’t bad enough, I coupled it with some really nasty words. I also screamed and yelled at Lisa. Everything seemed like it was going wrong. I completely lost control. Now I look back with a level head and I feel bad. I stressed out. It happens.

Dear Comment Spam Artists,

Thank you for leaving so many comments on my modest little blog. I appreciate the attention but I am going to have to ask you to stop. I work hard and spend very little time at home. It is upsetting that when I could be doing something productive I instead must delete your comments. Now I understand you probably don’t care about me so let me point out how you are wasting your time by spamming my little Web site.

1. I have about 5 readers. Not 50. Not 500. 5. As in 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
2. The men that make up those 5 readers are happy with the size of their penises and are not interested in enlargement.
3. If any of them were plagued with impotence, they would purchase the medication from a pharmacist and not online.
4. If any of my 5 readers gamble, it is done in a casino or racetrack and not online.

Feel free to leave comments that make sense with the entries I write; otherwise, don’t waste your time or mine.

Sincerely,

Donna

I didn’t want to get out of bed this morning. All I wanted was to sleep. That, of course, was not an option. So I dragged myself out of bed and made coffee. I eventually perked up. I have so much too do.

1. Expense Reports: Last Week, This Week, Training Classes
2. Pay Bills
3. Buy ticket to Denver
4. Do Laundry
5. Make appointments with the Dentist and Eye Doctor
6. Blah Blah Blah

On a happy note, Lisa and I are meeting Audra in Phoenixville where we will take part in the annual reenactment of the “Running out of the Colonial (movie theatre)” scene from the movie The Blob! Then we will either watch the Blob or we will go to Jenkintown to watch the midnight show of The Rocky Horror Picture show. I was once a fan of Rocky Horror, but that ebbed as I matured. Audra has some friends who will be acting in front of the screen and that is mainly the reason we are going. Regardless, I am excited! It will be nice to get my mind on other things.

I am so happy to be home. This week was rough. I would get to work at 7 and I would leave at 7 or 8 or later. It was great fun in that stressful, pounding headache type of way. I did have some really nice dinners. A colleague from Florida was in the office and we went out twice. The first time to Maggiano’s and the second night to The Signature Lounge on the 95th Floor of the John Hancock Building. Let me tell you the 95th was the greatest. We got a table by the window and ordered wine and steak and dessert. If that wasn’t enough, our window overlooked the Navy Pier and that evening they had fireworks! We actually looked down at the fireworks! It was incredible.
At the baggage claim this evening, you will never believe who I bumped into! The cute, Steve McQueen-guy that I spoke to a few weeks ago but I panicked and left without much of a word and then I wanted to kick myself in the head. Well, this time the conversation went much better. I didn’t panic! Now don’t get any ideas. He didn’t give me his number nor did I give him my number but I think I may run into him again. He works for Nestle. I think that is a good sign.

Worked hard today. This morning I went to Au bon Pain and had a bowl of yougurt and a big cup of coffee. Lunch was bought at Potbelly’s. Chicken salad sandwich with mushrooms. I could only eat half of it since I was so busy. I wrapped the other half and placed it on my desk. Before I knew it, it was 6:00 and I was hungry again so I figured I’d eat my sandwich. It tasted okay but then I got to thinking that eating a chicken salad sandwich that had been sitting out for a few hours was probably not a smart thing to do.

All I want to do is sleep. Sleep. Sleep. I just don’t want to move.

Yesterday Lisa and I went grocery shopping and so this morning I was able to make coffee and stir Cremora into it. I am madly trying to pack and clean and shower. There just doesn’t seem to be enough hours in the day. Of course, I can always find time to sit and blog 🙂

I am madly looking forward to July 20th. That is the day the 2nd season of La Femme Nikita is released and I pre-ordered a copy from Amazon.com. I hope it doesn’t take too long for it to be delivered. My heroine addiction is crying for a fix!

Just came back in from a short but brisk walk around the development. I forget how good it feels to move. Just an hour earlier I finished watching Abre los ojos (aka Open your eyes). Now that was one freaky movie. I am not so sure I want to watch Vanilla Sky. I had my fill of Open Your Eyes and am not interested in watching it again with different actors. I did watch the special features that were included on Vanilla Sky. One of the features was an interview with Paul McCartney who apparently wrote and performed the theme song. Watching the interview, I noticed that Paul is looking more and more like Angela Lansbury. Heck, in a few years he may get his own Murder Mystery show on CBS.

Lisa picked me up at the airport last night. Her little Ford Focus came racing down the road and screeched to a halt right where I was standing. The passenger door flung open and cigarette smoke poured out along with the loud, familiar strains of the Hedwig and the Angry Inch soundtrack. My sister is so cool.

I ate too much today. This is becoming far too common. I am not exercising and I am eating far too much food. It is at the point where I am actually scared to weigh myself. All I need to do is exercise a little but I find it so difficult, especially always being in Chicago. Last week I purposely packed sweatpants and a tank top so I could exercise in the hotel’s workout room. The one evening I got back from the office and decided to do the treadmill. I put on my workout gear only to realize that I packed just kneehighs and high heels for my feet. I spent the evening watching TV.

I started reading the book, How to Make Anyone Fall in Love with You. The book is fabulous! Already I have realized what my problem is— somewere along the way, I never learned how to flirt. No wonder I am not approached, I don’t smile or give any of the other gestures that let men know I am approachable. Things are going to change, let me tell you. I am going to throw my head back, my inverted chest forward and I am going to smile as I go about my life from now on! Or at least until I forget all about it. What was I saying?