The Living Centrifuge

Today was my final day at the theatre administration job where I've been working since June 2004. I can't believe that it's over. It's been a good run, and my boss offered me, not my job when I return, but at least to put in a good word for me wherever I go, and to help me however she can when I return. I know that some people refer to her as a she-devil, but this just has not been my experience of her, for the most part. From time to time she'd be short with me, but it's been basically wonderful to work there for me. I think it's a good time for me to go - I don't have more that I want to do there, or, if I was to stay, I'd want to start learning a new set of skills, like marketing or something like that. As it is, I'm glad I get to go to Vancouver and get paid to be an artist.

Except of course for the small matter of the boy. Or rather, the HUGE matter of the boy. I just have to admit the fact that despite the cooling down of the initial rush, I think I'm in love with this boy. I could be very comfortable with him (from what little I know) for the rest of my life, maybe. I don't want to commit to that at this point, but it's definitely living there in a tentative way.

I've decided, and it's a Mac for me, and not a PC. Yay!

I had sushi and shiatsu today. Not at the same time. The sushi was brilliant. The shiatsu, even more so. And it was with a beautiful South African man. I'll definitely go back to him. It was way more tactile than I'm used to, which was really excellent. A going away present for myself.

It's getting so close to the day. I'm soooooooo scared.