This Fish Needs A Bicycle

que sera

J has been in Miami for the last week and a half. He's missed a lot.

We've made plans for tonight. Dinner, a movie, drinks. I feel quite certain, though he's not said as much, that New Girlfriend will be joining us. So I've invited my Valentine (to whom I owe a bit of face time anyway) to buffer the awkward, So You Don't Know This Inside Joke moments. And I wouldn't be the one feeling awkward. J and I have this way of talking, of never completing sentences or speaking solely in movie quotes, that tends to be somewhat exclusive. And we tend to be more than somewhat oblivious.

J's lucky. He's catching me on the calm side of the storm.

This morning, I got confirmation that someone is going to take over my lease (after last night's affair with Craig's List that lasted into the wee hours of the morning). Has it only been a week since I gave notice at the Monkey Firm? I surprise myself at how quickly this is all happening. I mean, for being such a planner. And, well, the irony of this situation does not escape me. And what irony is that? Let me share.

About a month ago, I decided to shift my focus. Back to Boston. No more frivolous spending and heading off to New York City two, three times a month. I needed to spend more time focused on my job, the friends I'd felt I'd been neglecting, and my health (which, at the time, needed a bit of attention).

I have to laugh at the Universe for so openly mocking my resolve. Que sera sera. It's not just a superbly written weblog, kids.

What will be, will be.

So, don't try pushing off your agenda on the universe. You're not it charge around here.

Posted by This Fish at March 11, 2004 10:08 AM