last week i started working for corporate america in my job as a...uh...research analyst for a...uh...company that gathers information on commercial real estate. not bored yet? don't ask me what i do, i'm not sure just yet. thing is, i'm so much happier than i was when i was working for my last boss, who was satan. yes, the work is boring, but the health benefits are great and they do tuition reimbursement, which are the two most important qualities in a job for me right now.
many of you know by now about my crush on my urologist. he is now my ex-urologist. i will never see him again, but i have these fantasies where we meet up randomly at an unlikely place, which is anywhere because our paths will never cross unless i go back to him as a patient (which i won't -- i have better health care now so i'm going to see another doctor). i understand that all of this is kind of sick, but i can't help it! he's so young and nerdy (by my calculations, derived from clues he left about his residency and from googling him and using other standard stalking techniques, he can't be more than 34).
i got an A in my first geography course for my program.
i watched lilya 4-ever the other night. this is one of the saddest, most gut-wrenching movies i've ever seen. get it now on dvd and watch it.
going to hot springs this weekend and will be spending three days on a beautiful lake. every time i go down there i wonder how i'm going to fill my time, and then by the time i leave i realize there's too much that i want to do there and not enough time.
anyone else going to see pernice brothers on thursday night at jammin' java? what an odd place for them to play.
this new medicine i'm on makes me want to go to sleep at 9:30.
if you're going tonight, then take a walk and come say hi. i'll be with the texas jamisons, it'll be fun, you'll see. we're in section 520, row 18, high above home plate toward 3rd base. send a text if you're looking for me.
was anyone else at malcolm x park on monday during the fireworks? that was me sitting next to the group who burst into patriotic song every 10 minutes, arousing the ire of nearby white hipsters and black families. for a city park, malcolm x has awesome public bathrooms.
my friend cliff died last night. i'm devastated and i've been a space cadet all day. he was barely 40 and he died of a heart attack. i found out when i went in to work. in addition to being a generally awesome person, cliff was also my one-time boss, mentor and job-finder. he found my current job. his wife leila works at my organization, which is why i found out when i went in to work this morning.
this is the first time a friend of mine has died. it's just so....present. he's not my parent or grandparent, he's in my generation and he died of a heart attack.
main reason why this sucks: i miss my friend. i mean, i just saw him, and he was so healthy and saying "fuck" every tenth word like usual.
oh, and i'm going to miss the funeral this weekend because i'm going to be in arkansas on a lake reassembling my sanity.