meeting notes

--department asked to review cases if people been on G-AU for 12 months

1. still eligible?
2. current model
3. look at G-AX?
4. skepticism, cutey old man no wedding ring oooo

Ten Additional SSI Facilitators

everyone in the room does have one, a wedding ring, and i don't want one this is an incredibly boring meeting and the lady next to me keeps looking at my crewchainsaw and frowning

$18 million reduction how are these savings being me, save 4 million dollars

I am often dreaming of things I'd (recognize) really like to experience in real life and I'm not sure if they are considered to be lucid or not.


I remember a conversation I had with meg in which we sort of recognized us growing up, like actually, and I know (have known) that I can no longer do the routine of drink, show, drink, party, repeat because my eyes close heavier each time and stomach isn't in it, not even close to in it.

And look at right now! I am sitting in a very grown-up meeting with grownups about policy and budget cuts and I'm so bored by their ties and blouses and shiny gold wedding bands that I'm taking notes on my desires for some kind of intimacy, the appropriate kind --

this intimacy is

1. not found at parties, and;
2. not found at meetings, so then;
3. where is it found?
   

What does one do when one has gone out in her world to find out new ways of loving and succeeds, in part, at having a relationship that is not heteronormativeish, but fails at being with the right person? How much time do we spend on reflecting on the fails/wins before we figure out how to weigh these lessons learned and move on from a grayish area? These are two unique problems -- the acceptance of growing older and my relationships to people changing based on that AND the notgivingup on doing thinking and acting on relationships in a different way.

Well I bailed on the grownup meeting so I guess some things are the same

updated laborday.

back in clinic. there is a very sore spot in my arm. The nurse that drew my blood most recently insited on moving the needle around while it was in my vain. Unfortunatly it was the first of many more blood draws over the next six days, and it was one that has the potential to ruin them all.
A mysterious friend came over for a few moments lastnight and played clarinet on my pourch. i was carried away. Early this morning I awoke with the need to cook hashbrowns and write a letter. I lost my magic touch on the skillet, the browns were black. baby's got a hard-on is re-uniting for a bike n' bike show on september 11th.
I hope that we all remember our favorite laborer this laborday, and try our best to work on the projects that will benifit our future of folly. I am up to episode 35 on ducktales, and there is no sign of slowing down my consumption. Logan saw a dead body a few blocks away from my appartment, and he said it was strange to see a body there. A guy tried kicking in my door a few nights ago. luckily it was locked. he had a red tank-top on, in his forties. If you see a red tanked man, blog 'bout it.
well, I'm checking out for now blog, but I am sure I will be back plenty over the next few days.

weather report: 2 weeks of crunk following september 7th, covered in a slow moving cold front.