18 April 2001
Last year: No memory. None whatsoever. He was just this guy.
Happy Anniversary, sweetie!
Much that is right and good in my life - maybe even most of what is right and good in my life - is because of the love that Matt and I share. Every morning I wake up and am just a little bit amazed at this thing we have. Every day I am just a little bit surprised that someone could love me as much as Matt does. Every night I go to sleep just a little bit astonished that I could love anyone as much as I love him.
It's been three years. Here's hoping for a hell of a lot more.
So this is going to be sortof short today; I'm supposed to be leaving soon to go to this meeting up in Fort Lee. I've seen the agenda, and there will be a lot of useful information in the meeting for me, but I still can't figure out how long we're going to be there.
'Til noon? 'Til two? My manager has promised we'll be back at the office by five. He'd better be right. I've got a date tonight.
Useful information or not, I'm still not thrilled with having to go to this meeting. I've got a lot of stuff I could be doing if I were in the office. Oh, well, I guess it could be worse: We could not be having this meeting, in which case I'd be able to work for another two or three days, maybe, before running into the brick wall of my own ignorance.
Business cards! Excuse me a minute while I fish some out... What did I do with the box...? Oh, there it is. I shouldn't need more than five or so. Maybe ten, just to be safe? I don't know who's coming to this meeting. Now, where do I put them so I don't have to fumble for them when we get there? Can I tuck them in my Palm case...? No, they're too thick. No phone case. Just stick them in the front of my purse...? Nah. Briefcase? Lord, no, I don't want to lug that thing with me if I don't have to. Ah! My vest has a pocket. Do they fit...? Perfect.
Yeah, I'm pretty neurotic about meetings. How'd you guess?
All right, guys, sorry this is so short. But look at it this way: You could be enduring page after page of rambling about how much I love my husband, instead of just getting the one short section. Or you could be reading my not-very-well-organized thoughts on Dave Sim's latest misogynistic rant.
So count yourselves lucky.
Word of the Day:
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