Hello, party people. I’m in a bad mood today, so watch out! I had a good day yesterday, was walking into my apartment after a lovely evening at the RBC Center, and there was a letter in my door regarding the lease at my apartment. It’s up in May, and they’re raising my rent by $50. Yeah, you read that correctly: fifty bucks a month. Yikes. I talked to a bunch of people today, and no one – myself included – has had rent jump more than $20. Sigh. I’m going to have to talk to them to sort out this craziness.

So I’m going through an “I Will Survive” phase. Not the Gloria Gayner version, but Cake’s version. And it’s not because I’m some woman scorned or anything, it’s because I love the remake. It’s awesome. So on my way to work I turn it up way loud and dance in my car. I bet the people next to me think I’m an idiot, but I can’t help it. It’s a groovy little song.

I made it to work on time today, which honestly shocked me because I couldn’t pull myself away from the Bob Woodruff stuff on ABC News. Such a good story. He’s the reporter whose head got severely injured in Iraq. He’s made quite a miraculous recovery and I’ve been sucked into all of the tv coverage. It’s nice to be subjected to an uplifting story every once in a while. A nice break from all the doom and gloom.

Wow. I just sneezed four times and made no noise! What a special talent I have! Hahaha.

Ben Folds is coming to town. Ben Folds is coming to town. Ben Folds is coming to town. YAY!

Ello! That’s like ‘hello’ with a British accent. Or not.

So I’m back in Raleighwood, stuck at my cubicle staring at the bright light of my computer monitor. When I was in Allentown over the weekend, I checked my email twice and stayed far, far away from the computer. Just didn’t want to be near it.

My trip was nice. It felt like I was there for ten days when in reality, it was only four. I don’t know if that’s a good thing. My parents’ house is beautiful. Dark hardwood, lots of big windows and a fantastic floor plan. I like it a lot, but it’s not home, and they want it to be. So I pretended for their sake. I don’t know what to make of Allentown. It seems to have no rhyme or reason. Lots of old buildings and places intermixed with new. But like I said, it had no rhyme or reason.

It was wonderful to be with my family, despite the weird location. Jason got special leave from the Postal Inspector training academy to say goodbye (I prefer ‘see you later’) to Gregory. And Laurie, Jason’s girlfriend was there, as well as my Uncle Nick (my godfaaaather) and my grandpap. So it was a full house. Lots of fun. Gregory taught me how to play darts at some rinky dink little bar and we watched King Kong – the new one. After the boys left on Saturday, the rest of us spent the afternoon at an outlet mall in the Poconos and then went to a Japanese steakhouse for dinner where my uncle got me a Shirley Temple loaded with cherries and paper umbrellas. Sunday included many trips to Target (long story) and lots of relaxing. Then yesterday was hectic; lunch w/ the parents, shopping, decorating and packing.

My layovers were in the Cincinnati airport. Ever been there? It’s weird. They put you in sort of a giant passenger holding tank, then you walk through lettered doors to get to your plane.

Thanks to my airport chauffeur for waking up at the butt-crack of dawn for my departure then hauling heavy objects up stairs after my arrival. You rock.

Apparently I missed out on oodles of drama at the RBC Center while I was gone. That’s a bummer. Drama – as long as it doesn’t involve me – is fun. I’m looking forward to hearing all about it tonight. On Saturday I’m working at the Billy Joel concert, which is very exciting. Love the piano man. It’s another busy RBC Center week, but I don’t mind too much. I’ll just be tired on Sunday after everything’s all over with.

Gregory’s being deployed to Iraq. He leaves April Fool’s Day. Gotta love the Army’s sense of humor, right? If only it was a joke.

That’s why I don’t want to go to Allentown. I don’t want to see him. Because when I see him, this will be real. I’ll have to say goodbye to my brother and watch him get onto a plane that will take him first to California, then to war.

Like I said, avoidance is my coping mechanism of choice.

I took a nap yesterday. Ninety minutes of unconscious bliss.

I don’t want to go to Allentown. If you know of any reason for me to stay in Raleigh, please let me know and I’ll take it into consideration. You see, avoidance is my coping mechanism of choice, and I want to avoid my brother.

I need to get some books to read on the planes or else I’ll spend too much money on weekly trashy magazines. But I don’t know if I have time to go to the bookstore, so I may have to peruse my shelves and see if there’s anything I want to read for the second (or third or fourth) time.

I got a text message yesterday at 11:43am and my next text message came at 11:43pm, which I think is pretty nifty. They were exactly 12 hours apart. Bet that never happens again.

I’m going out for drinks after work, which I’m looking forward to, but I don’t drink. Or at least I don’t drink when I’m out because I get drunk too quickly then I can’t drive myself home.

It’s Lent, which means it’s time for me to half-heartedly give something up for the next 40 days and 40 nights. I think I’m going to try to stop biting my lower lip. It’s a bad habit and I wish I would stop doing it. My mom’s probably going to give me evil looks tomorrow if, when at the restaurant, I try to order something other than fish. During Lent I’m not allowed to eat meat on Fridays. It’s not like I’m a good Catholic or anything, so I doubt a cheeseburger is going to be my one-way ticket to Hell.

I’m really sleepy.

A crisis of mine is over. Well it’s not actually a crisis of mine, necessarily, but a crisis for someone I love. And it’s over. Yay. Only like four more crises to go… let’s see how long I last before having a breakdown, shall we?

I was driving to Job #2 yesterday and talking to my mom when the plastic edge of my windshield wiper detached itself and started smacking the glass of my windshield. I thought it was hilarious. So I started to laugh, explained what was going on to my mom, and she started to laugh. It’s supposed to rain today, so during lunch I’m going to swing by Advance Auto Parts where the lovely grease monkeys will fix my flappy windshield wiper. Then I’m going to Long John Silver’s to get some fabulously greasy chicken. Mmmmm.

It’s so nice and warm – finally! I’m totally spoiled by living in North Carolina; blue skies, lots of sunshine and warm weather. But for maybe the past three or four weeks it’s been super cold and it has been less than enjoyable.

Oh God. I’m at my desk laughing out loud at the thought of Timmy the Termite. Timmay. Timmay the Termite. I’m trying to find a picture of him to put in here, but I’m not having any luck. Timmy the Termite was at the RBC Center last night representing Termidor, who wants you to hire them to kill cute termites like Timmy. Makes no sense to me, but whatever. Oh yay! I just found his picture.


No Job #2 for at least a week, which makes me happy.

It’s the end of the world as we know it, says Michael Stipe from inside my iPod headphones. And he feels fine.

I’ve been asked to move to Louisville. Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t.

Quri made me dinner last night and brought it over, but I didn’t eat it. Then I was going to have it for lunch today, but I forgot to grab it on my way out the door. She said she wants to put me in a bubble to keep me from constantly being hurt. Not physically hurt, although I’m a big klutz, but emotionally. I’m getting beat-up. My heart is so heavy right now I can barely breathe, and I feel like if someone were to poke me, I’d shatter.