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This morning I got to play editor for the development of Trisha's new web-page, via IM, with David Lim. I gave feedback and hit the refresh button periodically to see the changes he made. Oh, it was such a moment for me. It made me wish I was tele-conferencing with a panel of my people who were all designing pages, lay-outs, and other implements for me. Love this part; fix that. I want suspense Dave...give me suspense. The text should flow like water over rocks...satisfy my need for assymetry. Regrettably for David, I said all of those things. Tracey, do not exasperate your friends. I went to this great little quaint restaurant/bar for lunch in honor of my friend Logan's birthday. We sat in the upper level of the bi-leveled restaurant. We laughed. We ate salad. We shared sandwiches. We counted the lip-gloss stored in my purse (currently down from 16 to 10...what can I say, it's so sparkly and pretty, I can't help it. I'm a sick woman.) As we were leaving, I stood up, with my to-go box in one hand, and hand bag over the opposite shoulder, wearing my red-velvet china flats and smiling and laughing, dreading only the return to work. I stepped. I stepped again, down one. I slipped. I fell. I hurt. A collective gasp filled the restaurant, who seemed all to be situated so that they were facing the short stack staircase in the center of the room; followed by a chorus of "Are you all right? Are you OK? Are you sure?" I grimaced and smiled all at once. Emphatically I answered "I'm all right...yes, I'm sure I'm all right... just let me get to the door" was filtered through my thoughts, and I looked to my friends for shelter. So my back hurts a bit. I have some random bruises, and a lump on my arm. The odd thing to me is how I managed to get a scrape on the top of my outer ankle. Strange. Erin said she saw a squashed avocado on the floor. I'd like to say that was the culprit, but I am afraid I have to blame the slick china flats. With love on this Thursday evening -- Tracey P.S. Matt is leaving soon. I'm not really happy about that.
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