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Today we returned the rental car; I accompanied my friend to her monthly "doctor's appointment," after which we each enjoyed a delicious vegetarian-style sandwich; and conducted a hopeful but ultimately disappointing search for a rumored men's "own your power" workshop flyer* allegedly posted in and around Harvard Yard. Then, we simultaneously numbed and prolonged our disappointment by unsuccessfully trying on clothes at H&M. At Filene's Basement, however, I did acquire two severely marked-down items by my favorite designer, despite the fact that one of them makes my butt look kind of lumpy.

If getting older gets me anything besides a lumpy butt, then I'll be needing this two-piece ensemble for my new job. With a new job, I will have less time but more reason to exercise - thereby reducing the lumpiness and increasing the bootyliciousness - which bootyliciousness will allow me 1) to purchase additional, better-fitting articles of clothing, and 2) to increase my chances of getting promoted. You wouldn't know it to read or look at me, but I can really work the bootyliciousness when I want to. Ask anyone.

As soon as I finish this post I will lie down and rest up after my full day, and then probably eat dinner. I'm still hoping to receive my mother's annual birthday phone call, although at this point, I'm not holding my breath.

Still, it's wonderful to be alive.

Tomorrow, I return to Brooklyn.



* I was hoping to procure this item for the sake of my new on-blog friends, EGIT and Mac Daddy, both of whom I have been hectoring (off-blog) lately about trying a little harder to own their power.