
I haven't been getting all my LJ comments e-mailed to me. Bugger. Also, the kitchen wench post does not allow comments for some reason. WTF??
I need to lose weight before Faire season so as to better fit into my bodice.
It's fucking hot and bright out. I had to carry the mailing to the post office today: 40 pounds, from the corner of State & Washington to up past South Station. Bleah. And when we got back, the A/C had stopped working. Again.
So tomorrow, I am going to have to do something hard. I have to tell Mike I don't want to date him anymore. What? Giving up my last guy voluntarily? Yes. He's a sweet guy and a good friend, but what chemistry there ever was (not much), is now dead. Oy. He'll be disappointed, because I'm the only girl he's seeing right now since his other one went home to DC. He'll put on a brave face, because he seems to think it's some kind of sin to express disappointment, sadness, depression, anger, etc. I'm not looking forward to this, but it may make me happier to hang around with him, knowing that I don't have to worry about getting physical and not wanting to.
Back to work: data entry about colon and rectal cancer. Yay.