I've been reading the latest answers to my personal ad, all of whom are seemingly frantic to meet me. What? Why? What is wrong with these guys?

Honestly, I am mildly freaked out by that. Just getting answers from guys trying to start a conversation was one thing, but to suddenly have these men shrieking to MEET MEET MEET makes me wonder what the hell they see in my ad that makes them want to spend time with me.

The impression that I really get is that of desperation. My ad has not been updated, it's way down on the list, these are guys who want to meet a woman of any sort who will talk to them. And that actually is not me. I clearly need to take this ad down, since I am incapable of acting like a normal person.

And of course the real point is that I otherwise engaged and cannot possibly do this for real, it would be entirely unfair to the guy. Was I otherwise engaged when I put the ad up? Why yes, I was, but it wasn't a real thing then, with real guys, it was just an idea of something to do to get some practice in dating. But now, it occurs to me that it just isn't something that I can do.

I'm turning into a very honest, straightforward, non-gaming-playing kind of person, and this pretend dating just flies in the face of that. I can't casually date, it just isn't me.

So yesterday I took my old laptop to Gateway to get it fixed.

I left it on all night so that it would be good and broken when I brought it in, but of course when I was trying to demonstrate, it worked beautifully. If I hear one word from them about not being able to replicate the problem, I will crawl through the phone and kill them with my bare hands.

Of course I got lost on the way home, ending up on 1 & 9 as I always do any time I try to drive in New Jersey. The problem was that when I turned around, the place where I usually am able to get myself home was blocked by construction, so I spent a little time driving aimlessly until I came upon the post office where I need to turn when I'm driving the kids home from school and then all was well.

After that, I went into the city and was the Amazing Efficient Errand Girl, getting so many things done in such a short period of time that I made my own head spin.

I went to the Cupcake Cafe and bought two cupcakes, stopped at the post office and sent Mom the rest of her birthday presents (amusingly, it was the same teller that I had the other day--I don't know if I'm stalking him or if he's stalking me), tried to find my favourite brand of nail polish at several Duane Reeds, and got new ink for my printer at Staples.

There was no Kiss nail polish to be found, which annoyed the shit out of me, but I did find some others that looked good, like this new stuff called Chrome by Sally Hansen that's all shiny and metallic, and some other stuff, but the lack of Kiss was very upsetting.

When I got home, I put white polish over the silver polish that I had put on the day before, and was so pleased with the result that I fear that I am becoming obsessed with my nails again.

While I was walking to Staples, it started to rain. I didn't have a hat or a jacket or an umbrella, but it didn't bother me, I don't mind the rain as long as I know I'm not stuck in wet clothes for the next ten hours.

Then, it really started to rain. It didn't last longer than five minutes, but that was enough time for me to get well and truly soaked to the bone, a state in which I remained for the next solid hour.

It was actually extremely funny, since everyone else hid from the rain, so only ten minutes after it was over, I was squelching along in the rain surrounded by perfectly dry people. It looked as though I had forgotten whether one dresses before or after showering, and had gotten it spectacularly wrong.

I walked into Staples and asked for the ink, and the employee took one look at me and started to laugh like a drain. "Know what?" I said, brightly, "It's raining!"

When I got home, my application for Manhattan Plaza was waiting, which I filled out immediately, I made an appointment to see the gynecologist that my doctor recommended, I did the answering machine message for the French Festival, and changed my outgoing message on my cell.

I was a whirl of activity today!

Also, as soon as I got home I ate one of the cupcakes that I had gotten. And about an hour later, I ate the other. I am not made of stone!

Today's horoscope:
Hang out with the right people and nothing will interfere with your plans. Your outpouring of creative energy makes you attractive. Your skills point the way to what you might yet accomplish.

One year ago today:
I thought that my problems were over when the kid was cast, it's just possible that I was wrong about that.

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