Thursday, September 13, 2001
Esteban received this email yesterday… note the time stamp. —–Original Message—– From: Sent: Wednesday, September 12, 2001 1:57 PM To: Subject: Disaster Recovery Story Idea Dear Esteban, I’m writing on behalf of XXXXXX Telecommunications, Inc., a leading provider of world-class information technology (IT) infrastructure and managed service solutions for large, data-intensive FORTUNE 1000 enterprise companies. […]
Wednesday, September 12, 2001
What a horrible twenty four hour period. I can’t organize my thoughts. I am at work, yet I feel as though the entire country should be shut down, a national holiday for a chance to grieve. I want to drive to New York and Washington and bring blankets, flashlight batteries and blood. I want to […]
Tuesday, September 11, 2001
A page from my poetry journal today: 09/11/01 9: 35 am. The sun shines today. In fields, white butterflies frolic. No planes are in the sky. Over and over, a scene from ‘Die Hard’ plays on the television The building gets blown up The building comes down People look afraid But no one yells ‘Cut’ […]
Tuesday, September 11, 2001
I think Unclebob said it best: Pray. Just pray. Even if you are not a religious person, as I am not. Not to dismiss the seriousness of this horrible time, I think everyone could use a warm fuzzy right now.
Monday, September 10, 2001
Dogs really know how to show pleasure. They get all excited and stuff and it just makes me happy for them… to know that one being can put so much energy into anticipation. Today, I sat behind a lady in a McDonald’s drive thru who got a Big Mac extra value meal for herself and […]
Monday, September 10, 2001
What a boring slow weekend I had. Sometimes you need some of those. I certainly would rather have a weekend like that than a weekend where every minute is jam packed with time-consumers. It’s nice to have downtime, but it makes for a hard diary entry. I squirted some facial cleanser in my eye yesterday […]
Saturday, September 8, 2001
Aside from my taut muscular temples, I have nothing going for me today. The day started in the normal way for a Saturday. Wanted to go to the Farmer’s Market, but didn’t. That’s a reoccurring theme. I just shouldn’t plan to go, as I’ve gone exactly ONCE this entire summer. It just sets up the […]
Friday, September 7, 2001
I had cereal for dinner tonight. That’s what I love about being an adult. I can just say “I don’t feel like cooking or doing anything other than sitting here like a big lump, so I’ll just have cereal for dinner.” When we were growing up, my mom was a single mom for most of […]
Friday, September 7, 2001
Guess what I found out yesterday? I’m a bitch. That’s right. Me. A Bitch. Or apparently that’s what a bunch of guy friends think. Maybe not a bitch per say, but hard to live with. They have somehow gotten the impression that I am hard to live with. They think Esteban is a saint for […]
Thursday, September 6, 2001
Guess what??? I FOUND MY KEYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No. They weren’t in my purse. They had fallen into a couch cushion when Esteban placed them on top of my purse and then my gordo cat Tilly must have knocked the purse backwards, dumping the keys into the crevasses of the couch. Then I must have grabbed the […]
