Tuesday…Fat Tuesday…


It’s cold and raining this morning, suppose to be like this the remainder of the day into the night.  I just may opt out of walking group this evening.  There’s supposed to be a Mardi Gras Fun Run this evening along with other fun activities in the Blue Dome District.  I just don’t think I’m up to it…for me making it through the work day without committing a murder or simple assault and battery will be a trick!!!  I do know that there won’t be any showing of the titties tonight at this particular Mardi Gras celebration…at least, not while I’m there IF I go…if it’s still raining after work, I’m out…I simply don’t like and can’t really stand the cold rain that well…I’ve learned to respect my body and getting chilled to the bone is preventable…I’ve done really well this year avoiding getting an upper respiratory event…I would like for it to continue, thus one must avoid unpleasant situations in which you find yourself cold and wet!!! Besides, what’s the point if you can’t show your tits and get beads??????  Seriously, this is Tulsa!!!  This isn’t New Orleans or Rio!!!!

I did sleep pretty good…I tried to let go of my anger and frustration…I responded with caution to the Edmond guy that I’ve been having an e-mail exchange. He’ll be in Tulsa on Wednesday and wants to meet over a cup of coffee, maybe dinner…maybe dinner????  Dear fucking gawd, say what you mean…you either want to meet over a fucking cup of coffee or you want to meet, talk, see if there is a “click” over a nice meal at my favorite little restaurant.  I reigned it in long enough to respond to his e-mail in a “nice” manner…he’s supposed to let me know what part of Tulsa he will be in tomorrow (Wednesday) late afternoon.  We’re supposed to meet right after I get off of work.  For some reason, I’m not nearly as excited as I once was…I’ve actually just about lost interest in this guy…so, we will see.

I will not be bringing him home and fucking him…for some reason, that just doesn’t appeal to me right now.  If I like him, I might cope a feel in the parking lot, but I’ve already decided I will not fuck him tomorrow evening. I don’t want to be disappointed like I’ve been so many times when I’ve met a guy, brought him home and fucked him only to discover that he’s a complete idiot and everything he bragged about was just that, bragging…my expectations are high…thus there is lots of room for disappointment.  So, I am proceeding with caution on this guy.

I could so easily crawl back in bed and call it a day, but I’ve already done that twice in the past 2 weeks…and I’m fixing to do it again on Friday.  I’ve promised a friend to be his designated driver to his prostate biopsy, so that will be the whole day of Friday.  Funny because it’s my Friday to back-up the phones…oh well, that’s the way it goes!!!

I have a feeling this is going to be a process trying to find another receptionist, which means I’ll be out on the phones a lot more on my days to back-up the receptionist…don’t you know I’m looking forward to that!!!  Coupled with how I’m feeling about my newest attorney and the bullshit over the billing invoices yesterday…I’m just so thrilled with the whole office deal right now.  Fuck’em all!!!! I’m going to do my best to keep my mouth shut and just do my job today but I’ll tell you, yesterday evening’s deal pushed the wrong button with me.

I need to get my ass in gear…funny, but there was a time when I was up and exercising, having my breakfast, got my shower and could be ready to head to the office easily by 8:00 a.m.  Now, I struggle…I struggle to get out of bed, I struggle to get in the shower…I struggle to get dressed…oh yeah, I’m grateful to have a job in this economy, but it has it’s price!!!

Have a great Fat Tuesday!!!!

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