This has been a rather sucky week. My boss and her chafing aura have been around the office every day. I hope she is gone most of next week or a brawl might erupt. She has those long fake nails and I really don’t want to get scratched by those germ harboring things. Don’t worry though, I could take her down.

My limited faith in the possibility of finding a grown-up man who offers the potential of a satisfying committed relationship has shrunken further still. The reasons for this are multiple a few possibilities include: a.) watching the first two seasons of Sex in the City b.) finding out that an old family friend was left by her husband of many years for some young chick c.) contact with two men around my age who have eyes only for women of 21 or younger.

This week I also learned that if I should decided to practice counseling in New Mexico, I will have to fight to get licensure as they will not just accept my PA license and I must show proof of being supervised by a licensed counselor. So basically, I am screwed by my supervisor’s ineligibility for licensure, but I could supervise someone who could get licensure in NM. Moral of the story—don’t try to make a living out of helping people because you will have to fight for every fucking thing.

Okay, the good things: John Kerry is doing well, my mom is recovering from foot surgery very well, and my pants are getting looser and looser (which means I am going to have to find some reasonably priced new clothing). Life is grand.

Love to all.