I hope today I write the letter to the landlord in which I claim to have gotten rid of our dog, Snoopy. That could buy me some time before we actually move; as of now, we’re waiting for Isabel’s work permit and the whole moving has been momentarily postponed. I have been working on other things; luckily, the antibiotics treatment has come to an end and I am feeling a lot better. Sad news is, the worst of all, in a day that I had marked as my worst even before these news too that my dear Chris has been laid-off, or, as her supervisor has called it, “her time is up”, and therefore won’t work anymore with us. What a pity! The inspiration is gone, and now I have one more thing to deal with. I, of course, asked her for her email and gave her mine and my cell number. I don’t doubt she will not call.
On the optimistic front, looking at things differently, she is no longer employed and therefore I am free to ask her out. Finally!
Saturday, February 26, 2005
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