I did my Expense Reports this morning! July Bills, August Bills, and my last trip to Chicago. What a load of my back!

Must shake off that weekend feeling and WORK! Already I’ve downed 2 1/2 cups of coffee. Can’t say I’m feeling any more alive. Tonight I head off for a week in Chicago. Should be fun. Ha.

Last night as I layed in bed I couldn’t help but focus on my stagnancy. Where am I going? It seems nowhere. I should get my MBA. That could be helpful. The time and money that needs to be invested in that venture makes me cringe. I remember an episode of The Mary Tyler Moore Show in which she complained that she felt stagnant. She didn’t want to change her job or find new friends, so she rented a new apartment. One that had a bedroom! Way to go Mar! I wish it was so easy.

I accomplished very little this weekend, although I did have fun. Tomorrow I leave for Chicago. I’ll be there until Friday.

I did something that I am not happy about. It was sister pressure that forced me to do it. I ordered Basic Cable. Let’s just hope this time the installer can figure out how to hook it up.

I ordered it online. During the order process, a chat box opened and an analyst asked me for my ssn and birthdate. He also told me it was a 30.99 installation fee.
“Can’t you waive the installation fee?” I typed into the chat window.
“I can’t waive the fee because there isn’t a promotion going on but I can see if I can lower it.”
“Yes, please do, thank you.”
“Donna, I have waived the installation fee”
“YOU DA MAN!”

It pays to ask nicely!

It’s early but I am ready for bed. This afternoon, Lisa and I went to Kohl’s and I bought a pair of shoes and 2 pretty shirts. We went back to my parents’ house and had dinner. Lisa turned on INXS Rockstar after dinner. If any of you watched it, you may wonder why MiG got such outstanding reviews. The reason is I actually dueted with him. I sang harmony. Yes, I was in my parent’s living room but my performance was piped through to the earpieces INXS wore and they entirely approved of my added vocals during the Peter Frampton song. That’s the reason he brought down the house. That and his waxed chest. And spray on tan.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

After my performance, I grabbed Cocoa and gave him a good petting. Bobo became very jealous. He doesn’t like to see me giving attention to anything other than him. Little does Bobo know, that cat was my baby. My dad brought him home when I was in 7th grade! If Cocoa came in human form, he would have graduated high school this year.

(I have a very strong feeling that if I ever met MiG in person, I could scoop him up and put him in my shirt pocket. Which is a good thing because Cocoa would attack him and Bobo would try to bite his ass. I think Lisa might try that too.)

This is pretty cool! Google Short Message Service (SMS)

Check this out! I made it onto John Beck’s Webcam! His Webcam is set up much differently than mine. It clicks a picture every 30 seconds. There’s no preview so you can’t check to see if you look ok.

We went to Katmandu’s $5 Dinner Buffet Happy Hour. Then we drove back to his house so he could check his messages. It was pretty cool to see the room that I always see on his Webcam. The main differences were John wasn’t naked as he usually is on his Webcam and the room actually appeared friendly as opposed to dark and forboding. The place was chock full of stuff: cds, dvds, records, porn, booze, clothes, paintings, etc… Just teasing about the porn.

After the stop at his house, we went to Princeton where we watched the new Jim Jarmusch film, Broken Flowers. I am really not getting this cult of Bill Murray. He acts exactly the same in every movie. He is vacant and comatose. The thought that he could ever get such beautiful women is a laugh. And would you believe Tilda Swinton is onscreen for all of 3 minutes? Of course those are the most exciting 3 minutes of the film. (Note: Winston was Basquiat and Lolita is actually 21-years-old)

I need coffee.

Maybe that will knock the desire for rolling up into a tiny ball and going to sleep out of me.

I had the most horrific evening. Lisa didn’t come home from work at her usual time. We had plans to meet Dad for the weeky trip to Delorenzo’s. He told me to leave the Donna villa at 6:00. Lisa wasn’t home. I waited until 6:15, she still wasn’t home. I wasn’t overly worried. On the dining room table I left a note that said “We’re at Delorenzo’s, please join us. Call me because I am worried since you didn’t get home at your usual time.” She never called and I was unable to call her because her cell phone is kaput and before I left the Donnavilla, I moronically had all calls forwarded to my cell. I was sick with worry all evening long. I kept thinking of all the horrible things that could have happened to her. Instead of going back to my parent’s house, I had them drive me to the Donnavilla so I could check and see if her car was there. We pulled up and her car was there. I ran into the house and she was up in the loft watching TV. The note I left was crinkled into a little ball on the dining room table. “Why didn’t you call me?”
“I forgot”

It was silly on my part. I should have known she was fine. It just seems that on the news all I see, hear and read are reports on people getting murdered or molested or raped. When I didn’t hear from her, I just kept imagining the worst. Silly Donna. Silly silly silly.

I took a step outside and it’s beautiful!!! Why oh why could I not have been born a trust fund baby? Then I could play outside and not have to work to support the expensive habit of living.

The sun shines, there is a cool breeze but best of all, it’s not one bit humid! I could just sit out there and soak in the sun!

What I will do is pretend this LCD screen is the sun and my swivel chair is a beach blanket tossed on white sand. My lukewarm coffee is a pina colada! Oh yes, I am feeling much better!