october 5

the cold war is over; as of one cordial and sincere email exchange earlier today, there is no "beef" betwixt malayalee girls who use fotologs. little nik, consider it a  "bon voyage" gift to you.  your chechi is all sorted. ;)

emily gilmore will be attending suki's wedding at "breadbar", pending a straightening out of logistics which pacifically involve whose new york-area couch to crash on, since her preferred bunk is inaccessible for the saturday in question. thank you for all the thoughtful responses; desidancer's in particular made me laugh out loud/want to take her as my date.  andrea's made me want to hug her, it was so her.

busy, busy, busy with these final days of my project at work, with my newest "pledge", with the mundane details of my crazy, frothy life which somehow consume hours, voraciously, until it's 3:40 am and i haven't even done the laundry yet.

i'm going to focus on the positive. sindoor the final betta is still alive. the dishwasher is humming, the recycling was schlepped down 14 stories and today is the first day i didn't touch medicine.  nary a cough drop rested on my tongue.  (i think i had one spritz of zicam yesterday, which is paltry, but still). i remembered to take my flintstones multi, my essential fatty acids AND my echinacea-laced gummy bears.  that's a first.

i've worked out every day since saturday...i had forgotten how satisfying and challenging interval training could be.  i'm pushing myself harder than i used to-- shorter breaks between sprints.  we'll see how this develops.  yesterday, i worked out three different times, if you can believe it.  weights at 3, then shower, then work.  abs class at 7:15, then shower, then work.  cardio at 11, then shower...again.  i don't think i've ever had a day quite like that.  fuck you, metabolism.  you may have won an early battle, but i'll be damned if you are victorious in this war against cheese.

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[DesiDancer]

I'll be your date, and I'll even flirt with you if you treat me to chocolate covered barfi ;)

[DesiDancer]

Ok, it's not 55 words, but it's under 100 ;)

Smoking a cigarette under an awning which really provides no shelter as it’s actually raining sideways, I check my phone again, as I’ve compulsively done every 3 minutes for the last 1 ½ hours. Nevermind that it’s set on “vibrate like a heavily laden Mack truck” and there’s no way I’d miss this call… This is the only part of my night I’ve been looking forward to. I don’t think I can face going back up to this party; please, please just let her call and rescue me from this dull event with her contagious sparkles and enthusiasm.