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May 12. Day 316. What do buying a car, locking up the Chicago mob and being a total rockstar have in common? Negotiation!!! This afternoon, I found myself in the living room of Gay Hugo-Martinez, a professional acquaintance. (It’s related to the side work I do.) Once our meeting was over, I asked her about her background, since [...] April 29. Day 303. Mr. A is off to another conference again soon, and I’m on shirt duty. A few months ago I started getting his shirts professionally laundered, since it’s a small price to pay for saving his time at the ironing board. Plus, it makes me feel all girly and girlfriendy to take care [...] April 21. Day 295. Last day in Nice. Thoughts swirling, about Europe and the states, grad school, job hunting, writing ideas, the maelstrom of deadlines that await back home. I bought some summery blouses, listed for 22€ and purchased for 20€. By asking. The salesman was North African. Perhaps that’s why, in a weeklong string of retail French [...] February 28. Day 243. I could have wept for joy. Swimming pool? Getting a tan? IN FEBRUARY!???? What was I doing in Boston all those years… That’s right. This weekend (for it’s Monday as I write) I did something I’m totally unaccustomed to. Nothing. I broke in a new bathing suit. Sat by the pool for hours. Chatted. Read. Stared [...] February 10. Day 225. When I woke up this morning, my first thought was a nonverbal image/sensation/desire/qualium for two slices of pizza and a coke. Emphasis on the coke. I don’t know if it was residue from a dream, or if my alarm clock/radio had just played a commercial about pizza and coke, or if the idea [...] |
    
  
 
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