a small case of morning sickness.

woke up this morning and feeling totally ill about this lunch 'date'. i don't want to go. at all. is it too late to bail? emergency work meeting? gas crisis? odds are i'll probably start crying during the lunch.

also arrived to work to find 2 e-mails from Muscle Man. apparently he's going off the assumption that i was sleeping when he called...yeah, right, i was sleeping at 9:30PM. i mean i'm a little depressed (keep telling myself that) but i'm not such a loser that i go to sleep at 9:30. thanks. maybe he should try another assumption like...i can't take your call right now because i am locked away with my new italian lover?...or...i hate your guts and just the thought of the sound of your voice makes my skin crawl? nope, probably never considered either.

he is also trying to offer me a free month of bootcamp with his gym. which is actually very sweet. except that its with his gym. which means that when i have to go to the gym, there's even the slightest possibility that he will be there. seeing him on any sort of semi-regular basis also makes me want to vomit. don't get me wrong, i would love a free week of bootcamp. and now that i can actually run three miles in a row, i think i could actually get through it, but i don't want any favors from him. i don't even want to respond to his e-mails.

on the upside, all the better to be able to kick his ass with my new muscles.

i think i'm going to have to tell him i'm mad.

i am so nauseous.

in other news...going to the maroon 5/counting crows concert tonight. lets see if we can go for three at having no memory of the event.