My Little Baby's All Growns Up Thanks to Friendster, I rediscovered Glenda. She was my little girl before Raina was my little girl. She's always been super cool, super spunky, super charming, and super smart. It's been years since I've seen her. At the time she was also super cute. But dear lord has she become hot. I'm talking, "Oh my," (as your breath is taken away) hot. Wow.

Friendster Must Die I got my seventh Friendster invitation today. This trend must die. I don't want to meet new friends or date friend's friends. Why can't people let me live my morose and moribund existence? Unfortunately, I might sign up. The last invite was from Raina, and for her I'd do just about anything. I told her I didn't want to do it. But noooooo, she decided to invite me anyway. I'll show her and make a really sad profile. The headline "Desperate, Needy, Pathetic" should work.

Malaise Phu and I went to the comic book store today. Sadly, reading comics has been the most enjoyable time in my last few days. I just really funky about work right now. Perhaps it's Orange County's "June Gloom." Perhaps I need a vacation to get away. I feel especially guilty since my team is working really hard. Meanwhile, I can't muster enough interest to accomplish anything noteworthy. The bad vibe at work even put a damper on most of my weekend. I just couldn't escape the cloud of negativity. Hopefully this will all pass.

Crazy Wow, another potentially huge development is forming in my life. It's one of those exciting and scary things that I'll try to avoid thinking about and ultimately make the decision based on the science of coin flipping. We'll see. The rest of my New York trip was fantastic. I got to do city things, spend time with my brother, and had lovely night with a wonderful lady. I haven't missed the city so much since I left. I wonder if it means it's calling me back. Again, we'll see.

"NY Cuisine Checklist" or "Walk this Way" New York bagel with lox and cream cheese -- Check. Knish with mustard -- Check. Dirty water hotdog with red onions and sauerkraut -- Check. Pizza -- Check, check, check, and check. Good, my list of New York City food is complete. I really miss the bagels, knishes, and pizza (especially pizza), but I could do without the hotdogs. Those things are pretty bad for you anyway. I do miss those onions in that lovely red sauce though. I wonder how those would taste on a tofu hotdog. Driving into the city with my brother was practically tear inducing. I miss this town so much. Walking around was nearly breathtaking, but a wee bit off. I've always walked slowly for a New Yorker, but two and a half years in California has really thrown me off. My gait is just entirely wrong. It took a few hours of walking around to keep up with everyone and to roll my shoulder just right so as not to dislocate it or someone else's during rush hour. Still, I keep wondering if I could live here again. California has definitely made me soft. And I checked the Village Voice for rent prices. Check this: nice Manhattan studios start at $2,000. Ha! And all those people in San Francisco were complaining.

Tying Knots I just got back from Rob and Laurene's wedding. It's the first time I attended a good friend's wedding (I'm at d*ck and missed Esmond's last year). I missed most of the ceremony since Jeff, Gen, and I were stuck in traffic, but we caught the tail end of it. It really was a beautiful event and I'm thrilled for both of them. They're one of the best couples I know. It's a bit scary since I'm getting to that marrying age and I'm nowhere near getting married. I can't really envision it for myself, especially because of the...situation I've been in for the last two years. It doesn't really lend itself to marriage. At least I'm growing up. It's scary, but at lunch on Monday I was truly mortified at some of things we were talking about. It's creepy how new luggage or 300-thread count sheets make me happy these days. Hmmmm, I don't want to dwell on that anymore. It's too frightening.

The Fonz It's so humid in New York right now. I forgot how heavy humid air feels. The second I got off the plane it felt sauna-ish. I got bumped from business to first again. To bad my charm only works on United employees. Last time I took the L.A. to N.Y. flight I sat behind Roberto Benigni. This time I sat next to Henry Winkler. Now, I've seen enough celebs so that I really don't care any more. But this was The Fonz! I grew up idolizing this guy! It took every ounce of self control not to go, "Ayyyyyy." Then I started thinking about his roles in The Waterboy and Down to You. That made me get over it.

Homeward Bound I'm going to New York on Wednesday--part work, part play. I'll spend some time at home, watch Rob and Laurene get married, and visit a few companies. It should be pretty fun. I had to buy new luggage for my trip since United broke mine and is trying to pass the blame to the government. I'm really happy with my Pathfinder carry-on, so I was going to buy a 26- or 29-inch bag. After going to the outlet, one of the ladies there said that they make a nearly identical bag for Costco under a different name--and for $80. Sure enough, I got a pretty sturdy piece of luggage for a great price. June is going by swiftly. Last week I was in Los Angeles for two days. The end of this week and the beginning of next I'll be in New York. Not being in the office has been really good for my mental health. Though I'm having really strange dreams lately--stuff about me having a kid with this girl and moving back home to be a single dad. My dear Katherine called today and it was so lovely to hear from her. I wonder when I'll see her next. It's been far too long. I always see that idiot-wrestler boyfriend of hers (love ya dude), but never her. Dang, I thought being first had some priveleges (tee-hee).