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Well, that quiz yesterday certainly earned me LOTS and LOTS of praise! I immediately got back emails from 20% of the company saying it was the best clean-up message ever, brilliant, adorable and, my favorite from Steve, "Please don't spank me, Heather. Please don't spank me!" I heard laughter throughout the office as it was read (weird to send out an email and listen to the responses over the next 5 minutes). Ignacio, who works part time at another company, sent it around his other job, and one of HIS co-workers there sent it to her husband at Charles Schwabb, who sent it around his office too! So, you saw it here first, folks! I've always wondered who wrote those emails that get sent round and round... After work yesterday I walked up the street to my accupuncture appointment. It went really well. Kathy (the accupuncturist) assumed by my mellow manner that I'd been "poked" before. No, I was just a) Already in a good mood from my pop quiz and b) Determined to deal with my stress (and hoping to goddess it worked). The needles popped into my skin like pins into fabric (weird to BE the fabric), but for the most part, they didn't hurt. I could feel all my veins like hot lines running down my back...When I left, I was floating, I swear. But that may have just been low blood-sugar. So, Corn and I had a date last night. We stopped at the Lucky to buy pasta, bread and corn on the cob, and we brought it back to David's apartment to eat (yes, he said it was ok as long as we didn't fuck on his bed). Jasmine was SOOOOO glad to see us! I actually fed the cat first, even though it was 9:30pm and neither Corn nor I had eaten in 8 hours. She was too busy being affectionate to eat, so I left her to Corn as I bustled about fixing dinner. Food never tasted so good. I felt all smug to have shopped and prepared dinner. After we wolfed it all down (while watching DS9), I found myself frantically collecting the plates, picking corn kernels up off the floor, washing the dishes and wiping down all the surfaces. Yeah, maybe it was the quiz, but it really felt like I was channelling David for awhile there. I just couldn't relax, being in his sullied apartment with my boyfriend. I had to clean it before I could even sit down and cuddle with Corn. (Ooohhhh, it's a surreal experience, being intimate with your new boyfriend in your old boyfriend's apartment. But I'm easily thrilled.) Then we pulled the futon onto the floor and had fabulous, noisy sex in the middle of the living room. I wonder what David's neighbors think? Do I really care? No. | ||
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