"I think I'm paranoid!" ~Garbage

Why can't I make myself work this week? I have time to be typing up my notes, that's what I should be doing. Meh.

The diet is taking a mini-vacation this week. Three work parties! And leftover cake in the fridge that's already calling my name! I'm sure I'm not losing weight anymore because I'm gaining muscle. Yeah, that's it. Yup.

I got my passport yesterday. Yayyyyyyy! It's shiny and pretty!

It's official: I have failed to reread the HP series before DH comes out. Oh well. I'm in the middle of OotP now.

I don't consider myself to be a paranoid person at least compared to some of y'all, you know who you are!, but I do know there are cruel people out there. The release of the final Harry Potter book is all over the media. I might as well jump on the bandwagon and take some precautions. Disabling non-friend commenting on my journal until I've read the book - which really would only affect my brother, as my other non-LJ-friends have apparently stopped reading this - but I don't think I'm going to be saying anything comment-worthy of him in the next week anyway. There's only a few communities I'll set on my notifications to let me know when there's a post in them, other than that I'll filter them off my list. Won't read emails/comment emails from people I don't know.

Whee, paranoia is kind of fun!

I think I'm going to pick up my book Saturday morning instead of Friday night. I know someone who was spoiled waiting in line for one of the books. But besides that, I don't see the point of going out there to get it and waiting in a big-ass line only to go to sleep when I get home. Excited as I may be for the book, yes I'd still go to sleep - I'm just not a night owl! My reserve on the book is good the whole next day. I'm trusting Borders not to sell my copy.

I can't believe a week from now it will all be over. That's exciting and sad at the same time.

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I heard from a friend today that I haven't talked to in... maybe 2 years. Aside from sending each other Christmas and birthday cards and occasional emails. She emailed me asking me to call her. I should have known something was up then. I was going to wait until I got home but I was too curious so I called her a little while ago.

She told me that our old boss died. The one I had prior to working for my current company. Our boss (Betty) was at home recovering from back surgery and just didn't wake up last Saturday. Betty had taken early retirement as our company was being pulled apart by evile corporate entities... but she wasn't that old - I believe she was 56 at the time, which would make her 63ish now. Too young to die.

She owed me $25. We had a bet (I still have the document signed by myself, Betty, and my friend as a witness) about whether I would be married by the time I was 30. I won the bet, as I'm still single. To collect on it I was supposed to go visit her in the rural town she had moved to, about 3 hours from here. My friend and I both would always SAY we'd go visit her together some time but did we ever? Nope. And now it's too late.

Betty was an artist. She never had time to paint when she was working but she vowed to do it when she moved away. I don't even know if she did or not - we used to email but when my emails got returned as undeliverable a few years back, I just dropped it. I could have called her, but no, Wendy doesn't like the phone! Just dropped it.

I didn't forget her, though. You know the eerie thing? I was thinking about her last Saturday. The day she died. I had gone to the baseball game with Aaron, and he was in this horrible mood when we left because his team lost (and he's moody like that... though he did apologize when we got home so I can't complain). For some reason he didn't head to the freeway. He stayed on this downtown street and slowly drove through a bunch of construction - I wasn't about to ask him why he didn't go to the freeway because he was "in a mood" and I knew it was best just to let him stew and get us home the way he saw fit - no big deal, really, to take surface roads. So we weren't talking, I was just looking out the window thinking while he stewed. And we drove right by where I used to work for Betty, with this friend of mine. I looked at the building and just let some memories come back to me. Before that night, I hadn't really thought about the place much, ya know? It's been 7 years since I worked there.

My friend also feels bad that we didn't go visit her. She and I and another mutual friend are going to get together soon - we ARE, dangit! - probably next weekend (this weekend is out, with Harry Potter). The two of them now have more in common with each other than with me, but whenever any of us talks to each other it's like old times... like no time has passed. The three of us were really close when we worked together, though.

I was just commenting about my antisocialness today on another LJ, too. The truth is, I WILL make the effort to see these old friends again, and we WILL have a good time, but after that we'll probably slip back into our individual lives and go another 2 years without physically seeing each other. How sad.

On an unrelated note... another boss of mine died on this date (7/17) ten years ago, so I've been thinking about him too.

So much regret.