Last day of my medical leave. I'm torn about going back to work - I loathe my boss and the micro-management and time-wasting hoops we have to hop through.

I've heard through the grapevine that they are cutting a lot of the senior sales people that have higher salaries if they don't step things up pronto. (Guess that includes me.) I haven't checked email in a month - I usually get about 80 emails a day. (Do the math.)

I would have liked to have taken a vacay - but the whole roomie thing up in the air kept me in limbo. Either I'll have to close some major deals to get some beach time or if I get canned. (How sad is that?) I already have 2 weeks prepaid of beach condo time that I have to take b4 November.

I feel so so but allergies are kicking my butt right now. I can barely keep my eyes open from the pollen. I've kept my windows closed and haven't stepped outdoors in three days. I'm taking Patanol, Benedryl, Clariton, Flonase. It ain't cutting it.

While he was scooting back into those leather pants, I took a few shots of his house.

I thought you'd enjoy.
His bedroom was exactly how I pictured it...

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Ok, I didn't have wild monkey sex with him. Not even sex. Met him ages ago and he oozes sex. I thought you'd appreciate the peek...

Last night, RadioBoy and I decided to come up with a drinking game to keep the "Presidential News Conference" tolerable. Every time Obama said "Uh", we were to take a shot. Now I had Jack Daniels around, and I wasn't going to do shooters. So I was mixing it with lime juice and Diet Sprite. I had already had 2.5 'shots' but the count was over 14. I lost track and I said I quit. That was 8 minutes in.

Today, I discovered the ultimate greatest cat combination ever. Organic extra strength catnip and A LASER POINTER!!! I have laughed so hard, I've cried. Seriously. Tux is the total catnip stoner cat. Velvet gets a little buzz and gets racey. Every once in a while Tux goes to chase the laser, but he runs straight into the wall. O.M.G. I called RadioBoy to tell him about it. I was laughing so hard, he asked if I was smoking anything. (seriously) I do feel a little buzzed from the 'nip.

Got a trim yesterday. (It's been since October, so not sure if 'trim' is accurate.) It's supposed to rain, so she used some industrial-strength gel and reinforcements to keep hair from frizzing - but it made it flat and dull. However, the cut itself wasn't traumatic.

Then I indulged in a student massage for $25.
And since I had donated so many shoes to Goodwill, I bought one new pair. They are hot.

I also gave myself a pedicure - this '60 second nail polish'. It's supposed to dry in 60 seconds. Then I showered, beautified, and then put on my stockings - at least 20 minutes later. Totally false advertising because it stuck to my stockings.

My new roomie landed in Atlanta yesterday. He's spending a few days with his mom. I'm thankful for the delays on his side because the amount of cleaning I've done has been legendary. And I'm worn out.

I got the PICC line out on Tuesday. (Yay!) I'm STILL having insomnia problems. I haven't slept more than 3 hours a night now since the end of January. Dr. wrote a prescription for Ambien CR - insurance didn't approve it. They offered regular Ambien instaed. (And we know what regular Ambien does to me...)

Hot Stud came over Thursday night, bearing different sleeping pills - he was zonked from traveling all day. Fixed dinner and we watched a movie. I had asked if he'd be cool with hanging until I fell asleep. (I was optimistic. About sleeping.) Apparently he decided that he was going to stay the night. I took Lunesta (a double dose). Still didn't sleep much, but it was nice to have him nearby. There was no nakedness or fornicating involved. Snuggling. I guess he heard me when I said in my emails that I felt our relationship had been reduced to him 'rescuing' me or sex. I wanted to spend some down time together. So I guess that was his way of doing it. 

Still cleaning house. Slowly but surely. I have (no exaggeration) 14 large garbage bags for Goodwill - purses, 35+ pairs of shoes, blankets, bedding sets, throw pillows, kitchen stuff... And I'm not done yet.

The future roomie is delayed - closing on his house. He's mentioned the 'sexines' of my drug-dialing yet again. I'm refraining from having a 'discussion' about it until we're face to face. I have to bite my tongue not to say to him that the Ambien had nothing to do with my 'sexiness'.

I'm grasping at straws with the sleeping issues. I'm afraid I'm going to end up overdosing trying to create some magical medicinal potion to knock me out. I'm not doing caffeine after 10am, taking melatonin, staying relaxed in the evenings, making sure I'm not taking any other types of stimulants... So far, 4 Benedryl gets me 3 hours of sleep but leaves me dragging the next day. Upside, I have no appetite.

Other things to update, but we'll leave that for another day.