What the hell?

revenge of the chad

and assorted mysteries of life.

today i turned down a freelance gig. it was a good one, but a short one...otherwise i might have been tempted. a few weeks isn't enough (even if it would have earned me more than twice what i'm presently earning)

sigh.

good to know the recruiters still have my number handy though.

and where, exactly, is isabel in the tri-state area? i was kinda - sorta looking forward to my adult snow-day of sorts. but no.

i know, i haven't posted about my escapades. particularly when married men were involved (nothing more than smooching, but still.) hey, singular. one. guy.

livea, i must thank you for leaving sake here. i had a nibble of it tonight and it is d-eee-licious.

ah, PA is hearing from isabel.

boy, do i have flabby arms. i'm sitting here, slightly alarmed at the complete lack of muscle tone in my bicep area. sweet, bejeebus. this right around the time i'm supposed to catch up with the finn. what am i going to say? er, the last time i went to a gym was in Finland?

brb. what should i wear friday night? or sunday for that matter? end of business week is a band in a bar (I think). even though i know it's the pelicans, i want to say the penguins. which reminds me of a hockey team (not sure if there even is a hockey team with that name), but I do want to attend one more sporting event before the bell tolls for '03. anyhoo, sunday is the MOMa cocktails thing. hmmm. and saturday i'm visitng the fam. weekend over.

and i'm going to check mail.

posted by irene @ 9/18/2003 11:18:00 PM