7:34 am. Normally I would not get up this early. Maybe if the house was on fire, or there was an exceptionally rare meteoric event or something. Or possibly for a doctor’s appointment that is Tuesday, September second, eight thirty am. A doctor’s appointment that was so difficult to get, if I miss it, I might have to wait another month. The problem is, there is no Tuesday, September second. A right thinking person would have written it down and confirmed. I figured, I have so little to remember, one little date and time shouldn’t be a problem. While groggily brushing my teeth, and glancing at the calender this morning, I noticed my problem.

Did I screw up? A very real, and proven many times over, possibility. Is it actually, Thursday, September second, eight thirty am? This sounds like a more likely scenario. But….what if? What if it was the office’s fault and the person that was talking to me actually meant Tuesday, August thirty first? All this is really to much to work out right now. I’ve had four and a half hours of sleep. The office is forty minutes away. They won’t open until then. Do I drive over there anyway? Do I wait and call, possibly voiding my coveted appointment?

I’m all alone here, nauseous with sleeplessness and wracked with indecision.

Baseball sucks. It hasn’t been going as we had planned in this past few weeks. Although it isn’t over, we wish to god it was. We need a few months to regroup, destress and look at the data. Actually, X will be looking at the data while I ask him what he wants for lunch while dancing around the house in my underpants. I’ve decided to continue this lunching and dancing until I feel, or our checkbook feels, the need for me to actively search for new clients.

On a brighter note we (meaning X) have been playing poker online again. It seems to be consistently fantastic. Although I may have just jinxed things. So, let’s just say….”it’s okay, we’ll see”. The difference between the last bout of internet poker and this one is a different game. I was just learning how to play Texas hold ‘Em, and now I have to watch Omaha Hi Low…..which looks completely brain scrambling to me.

I don’t really have anything to update, but I’m doing it anyway. We’ve been hanging out at the house and….hanging out at the house. Today I think I’m finally taking the plunge and buying rock climbing shoes and a harness and we’re making our way over to the gym. X is taking the day off poker after an eleven hour marathon yesterday. He played a freeroll tournament, in the middle of regular poker games, and came out third out of five hundred and something players.

And on one last sad note. It has been decided that the valiant brown van must be sold. It is time. Goodbye trusted, rusty steed….you will be missed. Although, the pain might be dulled a bit with the purchase of a new, used van.

My hair is falling out. It’s been going on for about two months. Every time I run my hands through my hair I get skinny, sad strands all over my palms. I went to the doctor and he gave me some pills. He said it was hormones. I’m a quarter of the way done, and they don’t seem to be working. I have always had really, really thick hair, which is good since it’s been falling out at a steady pace for two months and doesn’t look like it.

Sometimes it upsets me, but then I think, I would look great bald. But then it upsets me again. I’ve googled every possible combination of words for problems I have, or think I might have with little to no help. Yes I just lost a bunch of weight, but I stopped loosing three months ago and have a diet of all, and I mean all, organic fruits and vegetables….and beans….which I think are a vegetable….no…..legume….is a legume a vegetable? Whatever. Fruits, vegetables and beans, sometimes eggs and sometimes fish, omega 3 supplements, acidopholis and fennel. I’m not under and more stress than usual, and I don’t think I’ve done anything recently to piss off god.

What gives?

We just bought a used water softner off of craigslist.

I thought you would want to know.

to those of you wondering where cindigo.com went….It’s back. After fighting with Earthlink and fighting with Network Solutions and just fighting the MAN in general, I have a new ISP. They seem to rock, and they’re inexpensive too. Email should be up by tomorrow. So, if anyone out there has felt slighted because I haven’t responded to your email….I probably didn’t get it.

I am out of a job. I am sad.

The spa I’m working at introduced a new product line about three weeks ago that we were all supposed to use. One of the main ingredients in all of the lotions and a few of the scrubs was wheat germ, one of my main sensitivities. I tried to use it. It made my arms dry and sore. I felt headachey and tired when I was leaving work. When I stopped using the products, the symptoms seemed to go away. I thought I could just get away with using my own oils and no one would be the wiser. This is what I had been doing for the past three weeks. On Wednesday we had a training on how to properly use all of the products and the procedure for asking the clients which scented lotion they would like for their treatment or massage. The idea being, that they would like it so much, that they would buy it afterward. I couldn’t see how I couldn’t use the products. The owner and I discussed it, and came to the conclusion that I couldn’t work there anymore. She wished me well, gave me a hug and stressed that she would give me a glowing referral.

I feel like a weak, punk ass bitch, brought to financial and emotional constraint by a grain.

I’m trying to see this as an opportunity to gain my own cliental. A new beginning. A small inconvenience that ultimately leads to my stellar success and well being. That was yesterday. Today I feel beat down, tired and annoyed.

Mr. X is and always has been supportive of whatever I want to do. He’s perfectly happy with my job as “poker support”. It’s a pretty good job actually. Basically, I make him a few bean burritos and have sex (with him) during the day while he’s playing online poker.

I’m considering the offer.

THE BEST VACATION EVER (v 2.5) is coming to a close. I plan to be safe at home in the arms of Mr. X at eleven tonight (arrives 10:25 flight #209….baby, come and get me). Lainstar is meditating for her usual morning 25 minutes and Laura our host and my new friend has long gone off to work, helping the youth of Seattle not to kill themselves and learn coping skills to bring them safely into adulthood. Me? I’m hungry and waiting for Lainstar to have a spiritual awaking so we can go to breakfast at this great place that I’ve been dreaming about since we had lunch there a few days ago.

I really wanted to write more about the party we went to, and I also want to do other things before breakfast. I will tell you though, there was one girl that was much more wasted than all the others. When we arrived, there was maybe ten people milling around the cinder block and particle board bike jump, talking, yelling and energetically stumbling around. When we were walking up the alley twards the party, someone stared imitating west side story, saying that we were their rival gang, doing high kicks and screaming “HIIIII YAHHHHH!” at the tops of their lungs (at 2:30 am).

After the “high kick off”, which I opted out of because I was wearing a “going out to a fancy dinner dress” (which is a whole other story), the drunk girl wanted to talk. She said that she and her friend were the gang from Wisconsin and Chicago and we were the gang from Detroit. She was standing next to me so I asked her where she was from in Chicago. She looked embarassed and said, “Well, you know, not from the city or anything, just a suburb”. I said “Oh, because I’m from Arlington Heights (suburb of Chicago)”. Her eyes opened up manically wide, she screamed “GET OUT (as in, no way), I’m from Buffalo Grove (a neighboring suburb)” and punched me so hard in the arm I nearly fell on my ass in the middle of the alley.

Every time after that when she saw me, she would scream some kind of greeting and try to punch me. Laura (our host and my new friend) thought this hysterically funny also and through out the night pulled fake punches on me while making the universal noise for punching (Bouche sounds close) that doesn’t translate well to text.

Lainstar is awake from her trance. She seems to be glowing. I’ll take this as a sign that it’s time for breakfast.

three fifty eight am.

I cannot even begin to recount the craziness that was this evening.

It’s off to bed after I go pick the glass from the purposely exploded wine bottle out of my feet and hose the alcohol out of my hair from one of the many times people attempted to jump over the couch with the mountain bike and full beers.

Dear Mr. X,

Please make alot of money playing poker. I have purchased some Diesel clothing.

Thank you.

Love,

Mrs. X

We are in Seattle. It is raining. I’m sitting at my friend’s friend’s desk typing this and listening to Radiohead, Kid A.

The San Diego faction of THE BEST VACATION EVER (v 2.5)is doing their thing and we’ll probably meet up later. The Detroit/Las Vegas faction is taking a shower and typing this entry.

That is all to report from vacation central.

I am in LA. Lainstar, Mr. X and I are staying at The Grafton on Sunset. Last night we went to The Viper Room to see Lainstar’s brother’s band play. I was fully expecting them to be marginally good, or marginally not that good even. I was completely amazed when they blew past marginally good to incredibly fantastic in the first ten seconds. Hopefully they got some sort of record deal out of it. The right people were there for that specific purpose. After their set we all sat in the downstairs bar making jokes and reveling in the positive vibes. The drummer from Eve 6 was sitting with us talking to the band and manager about something that we couldn’t really hear, but involved lunch the next day. When he left I said, ” I know I’ve heard and probably can sing Eve 6 songs. But right now, I can’t think of any. I even had a X Files CD with a song of theirs on it”. This prompted Lainstar to call me a geek for having a X Files CD and a bunch of people furrowing their brows and singing a chorus, humming a few things or trying to mimic a gituar vocally. It all ended with none of us in our drunken, happy, stupor, being able to come up with any Eve 6 songs.

On the way back to the hotel, I called Mr. X to come out to eat with us. He opted out of the festivities because of a broken toe and extreme exaustion due to surfing and camping and betting baseball…..which is a whole other entry. As he was walking twards us on Sunset, I ran down the sidewalk to meet him and did a full on drunk jump into his arms. We ate at the Standard and then walked back to our hotel.

This morning is the end of the first half of THE BEST VACATION EVER ( v.2). Mr. X is dropping Lainstar and I off at LAX where we are flying to Seattle to meet novabella.