OK, so some folks felt like yesterday's entry was a bit like a math problem, and that distressed them. Sometimes things are tricky like that. Life is tricky like that. I kind of liked writing it, though. I had to uncover it. A bitch to edit, though.

I'm thinking about getting a job. The content market is very sad right now, whimpering like a lost puppy, and my bank account is responding accordingly (read: draining more than filling.) I think I would like to do something totally new, though, maybe work with some cool new technology or something like that. It might be interesting to work on something that could change the future. I'm a smart girl. I can figure shit out.

I had a lovely play day today, though. I went over to pick up Dante at his fancy-shmancy office, and then he took me to lunch for my birthday. Kids, he's just plain darling, he really is. I'm feeling lucky that I know him.

One weird moment: ran into a woman I worked with about two years ago - and haven't spoken to since - and she knew exactly what I had been doing for the past two years jobwise, and I was like, how the hell does she know my resume? What the fuck?

Afterwards, I went to Deitch Projects to check out a new installation from a former co-worker, Todd James. It rocked. I'm not even going to write about it, I just want you to go see it if you're in New York. Promise me, won't you?

Then I meandered back home, taking an indirect route, because the weather was just so lovely. I had on knee socks and mary janes and a jaunty skirt and a comfy sweater and I felt like a skipping girl, young and fresh in the abnormal global-warmed fall weather. Men catcalled me every other block, but even they couldn't kill my day.

I went home and took apart the huge bouquet of flowers my roommate sent me for my birthday. I took three vases and split the flowers evenly amongst them, and then lined the windows of my room with them. And then I took a single stem of orchids, some open, some waiting to burgeon, put it in a slender green glass vase, and placed it in the window of my roommate's room. I figure by the time he gets back tomorrow night his room should smell as heavenly as mine does now.

Feeling lucky. Strangely lucky.

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