Make Me Love You:
Public, Part One
Public, Part Two
Private

In my dream, it was 2:00. And if you're unemployed you know as I do that 2:00 is the time of day when there is nothing on television.

In my dream I was turning the channels around trying to find something to watch, and all I could find was a cooking show. So I watched that. And I was also eating, little tiny fried eggs and some cheese thing and some fruit, I think. And whatever they were cooking on the show had to do with eggs and vegetables, I can't remember.

But in my dream I didn't want to eat any more because it was making me sick. And I woke up nauseated.

And no, I am not pregnant. Trust me, it seems that motherhood is not in the cards for the Mlle at this present stage, and won't be. For a while.

Besides, Louise put it best when she said, "You as a mom would be very Lucille Ball."

I love that. It is so very, very true.

I just thought it was odd, waking up sick like that. And every time I thought about the dream food or the dream cooking show, I wanted to throw up. So I tried to think of something else.

Just so you know, eventually it worked.

Also, it's odd that Louise told Monkeydoo the same thing I told him, just a while back. I mean, the exact same words,

Buck up little camper.

I hope it works, anyway.

Please, I know there's nothing to be said to make it better right now. But it will be better. One way or another. This I know, believe me, from quite extensive personal experience.

And as a final note, I miss the people I used to work with. Sometimes, I would randomly yell at my male co-workers, "Are you saying I'm fat?!"

For no reason.

And they thought it was funny, because they're cool as hell, they are.

And also, Dan McGarry was absolutely the best to fight with, because he would fight back. Once he ran over me with a commander's chair. He almost broke me. But that's what you're supposed to do, when I leap into your cubicle and kick you in the leg.

By the way, that means I love you.

And Shane had good injury stories (like being trapped with a football helmet jammed down on his head backwards, with his bike pinning him to a chainlink fence, aaaaand falling off a ski jump and a dozen little scouts rescuing him), and he would play my little games and he kept my dances too. He didn't erase them.

Ah, the days of wine and roses are truly over, aren't they?

And Liz was cool too.

Well. Jason and I just had a very dramatic knock-down-drag-out over the computer. And he won, by the way, but he conceded to me because he's nicer than I am and because I'm so damned sexy.

But I did injure his toes with my boots. But don't worry, because that just means I like him a lot.

I am going to let him use the computer now, though. I think I owe him that much at least.

Smooch,

-Mlle R