25 September 2008

the day from hell


Goldie Honda blew something important in the middle of a huge traffic jam in Marin County on my way back from the doctor's today. Luckily I was very near a Honda dealership, but won't know what blew coolant all over my battery and smoked me out until tomorrow, and I had to rent a car to get back to feed the starving cats in Berkeley. It was the last one Enterprise had to rent and it is a Nissan SUV. So I'm trying to pretend I'm a pinheaded yuppie, enjoying it. This is all causing my credit card to give off electrical sparks, and I'm already dying of dread about the bill.

I've strapped myself in to the sleeping contraption two nights in a row now. Last night I got fancy and turned up the heat on the humidifier function and was awakened by drowning... had to drain the air hose... and have been spluttering all day. Fine.

Fucking fine.

I'M NOT GODDAM KIDDING ABOUT THE WEALTHY SOCIALIST GENTLEMAN!!!!!!!!!

I need him, and he will be glad he found me. But he has to find me pretty soon! I even asked my doctor to give me Estratest instead of the regular estradiol. She said, "Whut? You want a sex life?" I said, "No. That's just it. I don't want a sex life. I so much don't want one that I could give a shit less about men. I'd like to be interested enough in men again to at least TALK to them! How am I going to even find Mr. At Least Comfortably Off Socialist or Quietly Capitalist Gentleman TiVo Expert if I'm not interested enough in his male-tude to make him desirous of forfeiting his bachelorhood?"

I mean, I've given myself the deadline of the holidays to be hale and hearty again... and spring to be back to my regular size 8. So we have to get on this now. I'm doing my part! Goddammit!

He's out there somewhere! You have to ask around, broadcast, PUT YOUR THINKING CAPS ON. This is getting too close to the bone. [Getting so I feel uneasy every time I walk up to the ATM....]

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