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Front of the bus

 Had to go down the hill today and pick up my new fancy orthotics........sexy.

I took the shuttle and my favorite driver Reggie was working.  One stop away and we picked up Darryl........and i proceeded to accuse him of riding around with Reggie all day because we are always seeing each other on the shuttle.

It feels good to laugh and be silly for a couple of minutes with a couple of nice guys that want nothing from me.  

And to see people in the hallway and be friendly.

Not too friendly.  I'm protective of my reputation.  This is work. I stay away from the cliques and pockets of people who talk too much.

But it sure does feel good to see nice people and have them be happy to see you.

Tonight is dinner with one of my girlfriends who i only see a few times a year now.  We used to see each other daily when i lived in Wolcott and our lives were so intertwined.  I miss her.  I miss her husband and children.  I don't miss that time period of stress and chaos with the 13 year ex.

Thats his name now.  I think i will call him that to his face. ha.

I'm cooking this weekend and Sunday i'm going on a hike.  I hope the weather holds.  I'm looking foward to it.  Oh, and i think i made plans for saturday but i'm not sure.

i'm forgetting to write things down for my personal life.

I'm sure i'm about to offend someone.




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