Sigh... Hi peeps.

Wish I had stayed longer last night- but it was really good to see you for the few minutes that I was there.

Today is just a weird, melancholy day for some reason. Bleh. i don't mean to whine, but... oh well.

I think I hate new year's.

But it's my own fault.

Every single year I get my hopes up that it's going to be this big amazing night... and it never is... and then I'm sad about it. Last night was the same, and then some. (although last year, being at PMT's with Dan (and all of you) was probably the best new year's I'd had in years- so thanks. :))

First of all, I worked tuesday night. When I got to work in the morning, it was warm and the roads were dry. When I left the next morning, it was a freaking blizzard, a-gain. And on my way out, I slipped on some snow someone had tracked in, and landed hard on my right knee, which was sore and bruised for the rest of the day.

Then I got all dressed up for the night, only to realize I'm fatter than I've been in a long time (ever?) which is depressing. I really mean it when I say I have to exercise more this year... wii fit is a start, we'll see if I can stick with it.

But then walking out to the car, in ridiculous heels, on ice, I fell again, and smashed up my OTHER knee- and this one was bleeding. But we were already late for dinner, so I couldn't do anything about it. Just went out with a bloody knee and a hole in my stockings. (picking the panty hose out of the scab hours later when I went to bed... yeah that was awesome.)

But then the highlight of the night... went to O for dinner. My date's-friend's-brother is the chef there.... so I guess they always go, and he just sends food out... We never ordered anything, they just kept bringing stuff. wow, it was great. I think there were eight courses, but we had to leave before dessert. We had-
Crab bisque with truffle oil and sour cream
tons of sushi/sashimi
Tempura scallops with some wasabi cream sauce
steamed clams served in a curry broth
then the entrees-
some delicious beef (tenderloin?) cooked good and rare, with blue cheese
lobsters served with sweet chili sauce
and braised short ribs that just melted off the bone and were delicious.

And sake/wine/drinks too.

And that's where we had to leave- I hear dessert was something like jasmine-ginger creme brulee and tempura cheesecake. OMG.

So THAT was definitely awesome. And I met some new people, it was fun. And fun to be out all dressed up, even if I felt like a little old lady walking all hunched over trying to navigate the parking lot in the ice... I wished I had a walker.

But then we went to the Ice Ball, which I have to say was a huge disappointment. Which is a bummer, because I was really hoping it would be fun. maybe it would have been more fun if we got there earlier, but as it was we got there at like 11:15. Managed to check our coats and one glass of wine, and find TWO of the friends we were supposed to meet there- was expecting to see more.

Now, I didn't wear a watch, b/c it didn't match my outfit. I figured I had my phone if I needed it, and that at a party of 500 people, I figured I could trust them to remind us when it was almost midnight. So they had passed out noisemakers etc and we were milling around... the DJ was playing Living on a Prayer and so OF COURSE everyone was singing along. [side rant- did I miss the day in school where everyone in the country was taught that you MUST love that song, and that if you don't you are un-american? I just don't get it. I actually kind of hate Bon Jovi. There you go. I said it.]
Anyway, so the crappy song was over, and my phone beeped, I had a text. it said happy new year. I looked, it was 12:03.

Way to MISS MIDNIGHT, idiot DJ!!

there was never any countdown, any ball drop, any auld lang syne, any toast, any kiss, any "happy new year" proclamation.... bon jovi just ended and it was like "oh... i gues it's new years. ok."

So, that was just kind of weird. We never saw the "unlimited food, and champagne toast" that was supposed to be part of the deal, so... we left, pretty unsatisfied and wondering where our $50 had gone. And I was a little sad because I was hoping to hear from a few people at midnight, and did not. :(

oh, but on the way out, I saw a friend from work. When we'd first gotten there, we saw her and some other people from the hospital. On the way out, just the one girl. She said "oh did you miss the fight?" Um, yes we did.

So... I guess this guy likes this girl. But she's not interested in him, and has told him that. Well, I guess he was drunk, and saw her talking to some guy and got jealous or something, and punched the guy. Who I guess punched back. I just heard that someone was bleeding and they went to the ER.

Well I learned this morning- the guy went to the ER, then to the ICU, then to the OR for emergency surgery because he RUPTURED HIS EYEBALL. Holy crap!!

Anyway, so then we stopped by the 24... and I would have liked to stay longer but my date was waiting in the car with the engine running and didn't want to come in. :(

We went to another little house party, and then all of the sudden I hit the wall and had to go to bed. Was home around 4, and today i feel like I've been hit by a truck. My whole body is just sore. And mentally I just feel disconnected and off.

But this morning, went to brunch at date's-friend's-brother's (the chef) house- we had mimosas, fruit (fresh pineapple... mmmmmmmm...), Raisin challah bread french toast served with coconut banana sauce, and some delicious savory spicy scrambled egg dish.... wow.

And now I'm home. Haven't done anything productive all day. I just keep looking at the mess and wondering where to start, and going back to the couch. My house is a disaster, I need to take my tree down now I guess, I'm hurting physically and emotionally, I need to study, I'm feeling fat and gross and down on myself... bleh. I think it's time for a long hot bath and a DVD and early to bed.

tomorrow's a new day.... I can do all my chores this weekend, right?

Well, once again my life is drama. Sigh. Stupid effing boys.

But for now...

Has anyone heard anything about secret santa? did I miss it?

AHEM AHEM IMK! ;)

Ok, I'm afraid this is a stupid question, but...

I want to print something, and it says to do so, I need to have a printer that can print 600dpi, and that is PostScript compatible.

My dumb question- how do I know if my printer does postscript? I don't even really know what it is... do I use it every day and not know it? Or is it some crazy high end graphic design stuff, and if I had it I'd know it?

Thanks!

Ok, so I finally bit the bullet and broke up with the new boy.
I feel horrible about it. But it had to be done. The timing is shitty, but I decided that it would be worse to spend christmas with him and his family and put on a false front and THEN drop the axe.

He's given me a little attitude (like when I gave him his christmas present, he said "what's this? a breakup gift? 'now take this and get out'?"). But overall he seems to be handling it ok- already has some chick on facebook chasing him, and I think has a date tonight- or at least is making it seem that way.

But the weird part... within an hour of that, my phone rang. It was Dan. I did not answer. He left a really nice message about how just wanted to check in and make sure I was doing OK with the snow and wasn't snowed in or anything. The timing was just so weird. I was like "OMG he knows"- but there's NO WAY he could have known.

In any case, it's nice to know he thinks of me still. :)

Then this morning I went to work... first day back at ECMC, blech.

But so it's a whole new batch of patients and I have to get to know them. We walked into one guy's room... 30something.... Came in as a John Doe... riding his bike a few weeks ago, and was hit by a car. Bad head injury. He's not braindead or in a coma or anything- like he may look at you if you talk to him, he may wiggle his toes if you ask him to- but there's no glimmer of recognition... he can't talk... can't feed himself... it's really really sad. And far too common. :(

But what makes it even more sad... He has an unusual last name. And I know one other person with that last name. And she's about his age. And she has a little baby. I just thought 'oh god, I hope this is not her husband". And I looked around the room for requisite family photos... and there's a pic of a baby that looks like this girl's baby... but then again, all babies sort of look alike... So when I got home I sent her a message.... turns out it's her brother.

I mean it's always sad, but somehow it's just that much more tragic when I have a personal connection to the patient- even if it's really indirect. So who knows... sometimes these patients make amazing recoveries. But... a lot of times they do not. :(

But on a cheerier note, I'll end with a few pix....




My little tree... in varying degrees of photo quality, and varying light conditions. :) It makes me happy.



My street, as I came home from work yesterday morning. AWESOME plow job, no?

A few Santa Pub Crawl pix...

SHOTS!




(my bus boyfriend on the right. Not sure who he's cheating on me with in that pic. ;) )




And saving the best for last, a few new baby pix. :)