IT'S 7:37AM AND SO FAR TODAY I'VE:

emptied and refilled the dishwasher

folded 3 blankets

made my bed

taken a shower and brushed my teeth

swallowed 3 vitamins/calcium tablets

worked for 43 minutes

consumed 1 liter of Aquafina

replied to four text messages

eaten 1/4 a baggie of Quaker Oat Squares

laughed out loud twice

scanned 3 insurance cards

become frustrated with a 90 year old patient who I think is really 190

rolled my eyes at one email

heard 9 soft rock songs on some satellite radio station




ok now I feel like I've been moderately productive.  Only 10 hours before my work day is done and 13 until it's time for bed.

It's no secret that I've felt betrayed by a few people over the past few months.  What may be a secret is how much this has really fucked me up.  I am not one to hold grudges.  I don't see the point.  Get over whatever it is, move on, life's too short and all of that.  But not this time.  So while I'm dealing with all of this, I really miss having good friends.  That's the suckiest part of everything.  The person that I would open up and expose my soul to is the person that's gone.   

Life has a funny way of compensating I guess.  This summer has been one like no other where the kids are concerned ... nonstop things to do ... and I don't really have time to chill and talk on the phone, but I don't feel connected to anybody anymore.  I told her this in our last conversation, that her lies have made me lonely.  I keep apologizing for my feelings, and trying to explain that while our relationship was never romantic, it still hurts, but fuck it.  I'm not justifying my feelings any more. I'm going to ask around to find a good shrink.  I mourned the loss of my grandparents last year, and it made me very introverted.  This in some aspects has been worse.  Primarily because it was so unexpected.

Oh well. 

Just got this message from Patrick on MySpace:

devin climbed up an 11 foot hoodoo in one of the canyons. he could get up, but about half way down his legs locked and granpa was yelling at him to get down.then when granpa tried to help him down he cried. and yes i got it all on video.

not 15 min later we were at a food place and at the booth there were three books. 1. the fine art of worrying. 2. the bad day book. 3. how to cope when you are surrounded by idiots. (perfect timing)

see ya! 

Went to the Gardens last night to watch Roller Derby and had a wickedly good time!  It was hot as hell in there, but wow it was awesome.  First, I saw this guy with his hair pinned to the side, a funky suit, and white shoes with blue spats.  He was the North Star announcer and I think he might be my new favorite person ever.  There were two bouts, and the MInnesota North Star's killed in their bout.  Something like 80 points ahead?  Anyway, I saw the Fed Ex girl from work, the kids piano teacher's family, the guy we call the "Grim Reaper" at work (he changes the locks when somebody gets fired) and a variety of interesting people.

After the derby, Leslie, Ronda, Amber, Lisa and I went to this bar with the teams.  I talked to Jeremy most of the night, but first Jim was there.  Ex husband Jim?  Yeah, creepy.  Once he left we really had a blast.  Amber left early to go who knows where.  Jeremy and I did a shot, and I have no idea how many Corona's I had, but it was more than enough.  So the dude I mentioned before?  His name's The Grizz and he was just freaking awesome.  He is also freaking married which sucked ass.  He was outside smoking and kept asking Lisa where I was.  Being 2008 she called my cell in the bar and told me to come out where they were.  That he had a question.  The question was just a ruse he said.  He wanted to learn more about me.  So we talked and talked and TALKED, and at the end I told him if his marriage doesn't pan out, to give me a call.  He told me that I am 100% at the top of his list if his personal life goes down in flames.  Made me laugh, hence my new favorite person.  When I asked him what he does and he said "I make office furniture" I literally did a spit take.  Here's this completely funky person, really into the arts, one of the most intelligent people I've talked to in years, and what?  He then told me he could never work in a cubicle, since the irony of being confined by something he created would be too much to bear.  Freaking hell why are all of the witty ones married?  And why did he have to have chest hair?  I mean yes he had frizzy long hair and a beard, but chest hair?  I love it.

Now I guess I'll call a cab since my car is somewhere in the bowels of Norwood.  Good thing I found $52 on the bar floor last night!  Sah-weet!