I've often felt that I would better represent myself as Ms G.

GJ Esq in your case.

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Surely you Gjesq?

I'm listed as Herr Doktor Professor on one of my business accounts, they just insisted on having a title.

The symptoms I induce are characteristic.

When the neighbors all smoke a blunt together and knock on my door to invite me but I am in the shower and don't hear them .

When the dog tips over the garbage.

Now I can't get that stupid Doktor-Doktor-give-me-the-news-I've-got-a-bad-case-of-loving-you song out of my head.

About to dial in to a 1-hour conference call on Technical Training Policy. Why the publications expert should be involved is beyond me. I'm tanked up on caffeine way beyond my usual intake; even so, I don't picture myself remaining awake for the whole hour. If some of my posts seem a little vague between now and 11 am, it's because I'm a little distracted.

Let's see. Google goes public. Now when I Google, sites seem to take forever to "load" while I'm bombarded with popups. Additionally, instead of listing the specific site as before, I'm often referred to a list of intermediary search engines. What gives/pays?

Kitten uses litterbox, steps in it, then jumps in my lap.

I finally have a night to do laundry and the machines on my floor are free. (This combination requres a small miracle from somewhere.) Then I go down to charge up my laundry card to find BOTH freakin put-the-money-on-the-laundry-card-machines broken

AND the managers of the building don't give a damn.

Went to a Thai restuarant that had been given good reviews, even from the London press. It was rubbish. Starters were fine, but one tip: If in the menu you make a big deal about 'authentic' and 'often poorly done in the UK' do not use bottled sauces. Thai fish cakes good, but with bottled plum sauce? Fish was OK, hard to fuck up the flavout of thai basil. Curry was very poor. Pre-made sauce with large chunks of pre-cooked potato, squash and protein. Salads were basic, very little evidence of SE-Asian herbs, no excuse for this even in Edinburgh. My dessert of jackfruit and lychees was canned fruits with a large squirt of the creamoid that Americans trap in spray cans for the good of humanity.

£50 for the meal for two (not including wine as it was BYO). The type of Thai meal I would I might expect from a takeaway joint in a small town, not from one of the consistantly voted best Thai restaurants in a capitol city.

we came into work this morning to find someone has vomited in the middle of our offices. it stinks. i work in an absolute shithole. half the ceiling is missing and covered in plastic sheeting, the toilets are no better than those in a park and everywhere is covered in inky fingerprints.

Apparently Richard Desmond has really splashed out on gorgeous offices for the three people he has left on his various titles

Yeh, you win "Edinburgh indoors" is much, much worse then a crappy meal.

the really worrying thing is I can't smell the sick anymore as I've got used to it now. If I find out who did it they are in big trouble.

came home last night to a very loud, piercing, fire alarm that alternated between high pitch shrieking and a computer voice repeating "fire, fire, fire". It was in the hall, but still very loud in the apartment. After half an hour of this my landlady called to say it wasn't a problem and it would just "shout itself out."

turned into a "things to be happy about" because I immediately left the apartment in search of dinner and had a very pleasant meal at the bar at Taboon. Blissful silence when I returned.

Ample,

what a classy joint!

That is really nasty though.


P.S. It wasn't you after all that vodka on Sunday night, was it?

They keep ruining my favorite candies.

First they changed (cheapened) the formula for dearly beloved $100,000 bar (and changed the name to 100 Grand). Now last night I had some Rolos - chemical cheap blech horrible.

My date saturday night.

Sneezing and coughing ("trying to dislodge asphalt from my lungs," more like), day nine.

The So and So Trading Company. Any modern business that declares itself a "trading company" needs to tank. This is my reflection after the Fancy Food Show with lots of companies like Liza Jane's Trading Company or Old Texas Trading Company.

The weather could be worse, I know, but is anyone else exhausted with the business of putting on and taking off the necessary two extra layers of clothing, coat, hat and scarf (muffler) a hundred times a day? Can't even pop into a bar for a quick heart-starter unless I sit there like a refugee from a Sohzenitsyn novel.

I am reluctant to mention this, but here it is.

The Canadian Swain.

He's, um, well, he seems to be afraid of food. Not merely afraid of it, but suspicious and deeply entrenched in the worst diet I've ever seen since having left Georgia nearly thirty years ago.

Not only will he not eat fruits or vegetables, but he will not consider eating them. He's insulting to food we've ordered (a plate of fettucine with spinach and garlic "looks like brains," and "when people try to get me to eat that stuff, I tell them it tastes like garbage").

His short list: meat (the more, the better), cheese, starches (he calls them "high carbs" like it's some kind of achievement), and liters of Coca-Cola.

He's into martial arts, he's completely buff, and yet he has circles under his eyes and odd red spots on his arms. (That may be from having to be outdoors in Ottawa a lot in the winter. At least he says so.)

I was supposed to take them to San Francisco today, but there is absolutely no way I could take someone who is suspicious of food to my beautiful city.

It doesn't bode well, and I hope my daughter sees it for what it is. It's one thing to never have been exposed to good food, and to be open about being educated, and excited about being in California. It's quite another to have the attitude he's exhibiting, which is close-minded to an extreme.

I am miserable when I think about it. Yeah, "he's young" (nineteen) but young people are supposed to be excited about new things in life.

Tana, that's sad.

I have a cold. Which I could handle were it not for the fact that I have been weeping copiously, from my right eye only, for the last couple of hours.

That happens to me sometimes. Yuck.


I have way too many socks.

Too many socks? Contradiction in terms, surely. Unless they are individual socks.

Exactly. I have way too many socks that don't match.

I just went through my socks last night. Threw away the ones that don't have matches. Still, I have WAY too many socks. More than I will ever wear in this lifetime. They are exceeding their space allocation, which is not so small.

Here's further annoying.

In attempting to be industrious, and applying bleach to our cutting board, the stuff splashed and ruined my black top and black pants.

Well, maybe I can dye them.

Not a Grade-A Day so far, no sirree.

Law students.