Colleen Bazdarich from eCompany called me up this morning all wigging out. I never did like that chick, she was always the biggest bitch ever to me at eCompany, I have no idea why. Anyways, she she did a search on her own name (glad to see that productive use of time ;-)) at Google and found herself in the Web Team Guide that I did for eCompany, which used to be in my portfolio online.

So she's freaking out because her phone number is still listed in that old web team guide, even though absolutely no one would ever see it buried way way down in my portfolio site. I know, I've checked the logs, no one ever looks at the actual Web Team Guide site, much less goes all the way in to where she's listed. I mean it, no one. Apparently the only way that anyone would ever find it is if they were to do a search on Google for "Colleen Bazdarich". So I told her that I'd clear her phone number from the page and she didn't know what to say to that except "uh, thanks", all huffy and hysterical and then she hung up. Whatever, she wishes someone would stalk her.

Find THIS on Google, you bitch.....Colleen Bazdarich, Colleen Bazdarich, Colleen Bazdarich...fuck YOU! Can you tell I'm totally saying "Fuck YOU!" in that photo? Well, I caught the "fuck" part anyway.

Lisa came by and took me out to an Oriental Garden lunch with her family, that took my mind off things a bit. Her little friend Daniela told some long drawn-out story about the Monkey Man that she and her friends made up at camp to scare themselves. It was hysterical, so detailed in some ways, but then in other ways it didn't make any sense at all. It took her like 25 minutes to tell the whole thing and it went on and on and absolutely everyone got killed at the end of every section of the story. Pretty gory. These kids watch way too many horror films these days. We used to tell stories about the Claw and the Monkey's Paw and I thought those were utterly creepy and they only had one or two deaths.

So I came home and couldn't work. I was so antsy and unnerved I thought I was going to jump out of my skin. So I got out of the house, dropped off my film at Wolf's Camera, did some grocery shopping, came home and wolfed some chocolate. I remembered that chocolate has a pretty strong calming effect, especially on women, so I popped a big handful of chocolate chips in my mouth and then another and I swear I felt a lot better afterwards. I was going to go for a walk but I felt weird and crappy and tired and the sun was still too strong out, so I laid on the bed and read Martha Stewart Living for a half hour.

That made me remember that I had to go get some aloe plants for the hanging planters in the backyard, so I took off for the nursery and ended up coming home with all kinds of houseplants and beautiful planters for them. Small plants and planters, not big, but I ended up with a lot of them and the total was over $135. Ugh, I am wracked with guilt because I've been spending way too much lately. Idiot that I am, somehow I can justify houseplants on health grounds. Because soon it will be winter and the windows will be closed all the time and the air wil be dull and stale and lacking oxygen. We have no houseplants really, just some half-dead violets that got too dried out. I've been meaning to remedy that. Well, now it's done.

I sat in front of the house happily potting the plants for an hour or two. Nice and relaxing outside. Just as I finished Chuck came by to say hi, then I ate some dinner and applied online for an Assistant Web Editor position in Rome, Italy, working for the UN. The forms involved! Craziness! I'm still not done, but almost.

Oh Lord, I can't believe it's 2:00am. What am I doing? Every time Dan goes out of town I don't get any sleep at all. By the way, he called today and told me he loved me and he missed me and we would talk when he got home and did I understand why he was mad? Um...no! I forgive but don't forget. He was way wrong to be so mad at me over that Gillian thing and throw a tantrum like that. But I need to fight with one more person like I need a hole in my head. Especially him.

Bed, must go to bed. The problem is that at night I think of everything I want to say. What's up with that? Words just flow out of me and don't stop!