I've been trying to get a hold of K but he hasn't been picking up the phone or returning his calls. It turns out he is sleeping with someone else. All that devotion from him and now it turns out to be a poor excuse for utilitarian self-benefit. Yikes! We were best friends. We were intimate in so many ways. This is a really bizarre feeling. I gave myself the day-before-yesterday to mope around and cry, and talk to a friend. Now I'm doing much better than I expected. However he still has my favorite book in the entire universe and if it hasn't been torn to shreds by now by his new girlfriend's toddler, I want it back. Naturally I could buy a new one, but I have notes all over it and inside it. There are about 50 post-its in the pages. There are underlines and notes on each page.

Things I need to keep in mind:

• It's not my fault he cheated!
• It's going to be ok.
• Life is beautiful.
• I WILL get that book back

It's just been a really bizarre contradictory week. I'm getting the job of my dreams, ran into my best friend whom I haven't seen in ages, and yet find out that my (apparently-not-my) Love has been cheating. Truly bizarre. I haven't even gotten a hold of him about it yet. He hasn't called back at all.

Went to the optometrist. It was an interesting experience. First, the glaucoma test failed three or four times on me because my reflexes are too sensitive. They did the air-puff thing over and over again to make sure I didn't have glaucoma. Apparently I don't have glaucoma, nor do I have anything else, but it was after three or more zffft's of air into each eye. Then the Doc called me in for the "One or Two" examination. but first he turned out the light and got really really close to my eye with a flashlight. His face was about an inch away from mine and he was a total stranger. I couldn't help this, but... I burst out laughing! Really really loudly! Twice! ::shakes head:: Embarrassing 

{skip if you have a very weak stomach}
And I read this article (yesterday) today from the New York Times. It's about the business of cleaning up after dead people, which is never discussed or thought of... because it is indeed very messy. Imagine stomach acid burning holes through furniture after the deaths of the elderly, remaining parts of brain after a gunshot suicide, or organ residue at a murder scene. (Criminals and suicide victims just don't think about the messes they make)But this business of cleaning up, run by Ronald Gospodarski, is very underappreciated. They clean and sanitize murder, suicide scenes and places where people are otherwise found dead. It's stinky and germy there. It's unsuitable for living. But someone's gotta clean up all that leftover crap. Gospodarski's crew uses hardcore chemicals, bleach, whatever it takes, sometimes sanitizing furniture and objects and then flooding the area with 200+ degrees of heat to essentially autoclave the house. Kudos to death scene cleanup crews.

And this is something I photographed on a gal's door the other day:

I'm so sorry your relationship has taken this bad turn.  I hope you can get things worked out and you move on with your life quickly.

(((hugs)))  Anais!!  I'm very sorry to hear this news.  You are absolutely right, it is NOT your fault his behavior totally sucks!!
I hope you will take however much time to grieve this loss.

Congratulations on your good news!!! 

Enjoy your thanksgiving!!

Nice new avatar, and interesting hair-freezing story!  I never thought of that because it doesn't get that cold where I live, but it makes complete sense. 

I'm so sorry to hear what K did.    *hug* 

Cynde

((((hug))))

I'm so sorry to hear of your situation and hope that things will work out for you.            

sorry to hear that anais!   goodluck in future relationships.   i already warned my husband if he ever even thinks about cheating he can say goodbye to his manhood forever, if you know what i mean!    look on the bright side at least you have gorgeous hair!

Thank you everyone for your hugs and comfort.

Angel Spun - great advice from a strong woman Thank you for reinforcing the stuff that needed to be said, not just for me but for EVERYONE who is even remotely close to a relationship.

Thanksgiving dinner was a hit. Everyone on this side of the state was able to make it to Thanksgiving. It was an amazing excuse to sit around and talk about recent foreign trips and catch up on family news. I'm also glad to have been able to enjoy Thanksgiving despite what happened earlier in the week. The food was amazing of course - though we did have too much available. There was about 12 servings EACH of eggrolls, green bean casserole, broccoli and cheddar casserole, mashed potatoes, gravy, cranberry sauce, turkey, prime rib roast, stuffing, red potatoes, peas, carrots, corn, yams, carrot cake, and apple pie. Some of the food went untouched, going home with us for leftovers, effectively being added to our breakfast menu for now until the following month. WOW

New eyeglasses should be available by Wednesday of this coming week. They're the same frames that I have currently, a bronze/brass finish on the edges with tortoiseshell rim. They're really antique-looking and classic. I'm glad they haven't discontinued this design. They've had it for at least a couple years now.

Hair. I think the last time I washed my hair was Thursday November 17. At least that was the last time I remember doing any kind of full vinegar washing. It's weird how quickly time flew this week, hairwise. It doesn't feel like.. what.. 8th, 9th day hair? It really doesn't. I wet my scalp down a couple times this week because of itch, but other than that, there hasn't been any washing. Bleh. I'm just having a don't-care-about-hair phase. Even though... When wet-combed straight, it's long enough to get caught in that crack of my butt!!!!

Work. I've revised a resume and prepared a cover letter, personal statement, and examples of past work to submit on Monday with my application package. Target: a management position. The job is already mine because I'm the only qualified applicant, but what the hey

and now..

I'm just sleepy.