  the telephone is a blight to my worrying side. so, i met a guy a couple of weeks ago. we've planned to go out TOMORROW, and i haven't talked to him since last wednesday.
my pessimism and inmy realism is telling me he won't call, and i'll be flying solo yet again. let's see, he'll count for #4 since march, of Men Who Have Stood Me Up. I think i have a gene that creates a pheremone-like chemical called man-repellent. work still sucks.
i'm still trying to find a job, that pays, that is in a lab, that is not completely bullshit secretarial work. at least laura is cool. we share an office. funny story, to counter all the negativity i seem to spew in here: evidentially, according to my roommate here in D.C., i say very foul things in my sleep. last week, i yelled "shut the fuck up! " at her when she woke up shrieking from a nightmare. she actually thought i was conscious and angry.
she also told me this is not the first time i've said this too her in my sleep. my boss's goldfish is schizo. 
