First of all, I ran into two people I know on the street today — one on my way to work and one as I was leaving work.  Now granted, I know a lot of people, and hardly a few days can pass by where I don’t run into someone I know, but the fun part is that neither one of these two people currently lives in New York.  Amy and Luke — so glad I ran into you both, if only briefly.

Second of all, I went to a party tonight for members and potential members of the share house in Kismet.  Upon arriving, I met Nikki (pictured at right), who mentioned to me that, strangely enough, she found my blog about a year ago, searching for blogs about 30-something single women in NYC.  She reads it every day, and one day, her worlds collided — she noticed that I had written about the very same share house she had visited several weekends before.  I’m tellin’ you folks, if you’re looking for a share house, Chance is the way to go.  It’s being written up in next week’s New York Mag, and although I won’t be a full share member this summer, at the very least, I’ll be a special guest star every now and again.  For photos of my visits to Kismet, click here and here, and for pictures from tonight’s party, click here.

Or at least, I sure hope so.  This article in today’s NYT about fortuitous meetings leading to job offers resonated with me.  I have had some very fortunate chance meetings lately, and I can only hope that the stars are aligning in my favor.  Keep your fingers crossed for me and send some good karma my way!

Yesterday was everything a Saturday should be.  I slept late, cleaned up my apartment, had Jon and Sarah over for brunch (a delicious mushroom fritatta, if I do say so myself), read the paper, napped on the couch, worked out, went out, saw friends, met new people.  Couldn’t really ask for much else.  All in all, a solid Saturday.

I’m really not sure which I enjoy more: being told how perfect I am for a job and then not being able to get it due to the dinosaur-like progress and politics in law firms or being told what a good catch I am yet remaining perpetually single.  Okay — it’s a toss up between those two and PMS.  Close call.

Believe it or not, I had to leave work early yesterday.  Was having one of those days where I had to be within arm’s reach of a box of tissues, and I think I was grossing out my co-workers.  As my nose got redder, and I got more and more tired and headache-y, I finally decided that I might as well go home, don the red flannel pj’s yet again, dose up on Airborne, and sack out on the couch, which I did.  After a nap and about 10 hours of sleep on top of that, I’m feeling better, although I’m still blowing my nose a bit.  Thank God for Puffs with lotion.

I don’t think I’ve even been sick this much in such a short period of time — not sure what’s going on really (stress? not enough sleep this weekend?), but once again, I’m taking it as a cue to slow down a bit.  I may just stay in tonight, especially since I have to compete in the Duckathlon tomorrow with Augie, Rob, and Lauren and I have to be in peak condition so we can kick some serious ass!

See more of my Gates photos (actually, some were taken by the lovely Ms. Katie) at Flickr.

Extra special smooches and whatnot to everyone today, especially Jeff, who has sent me e-flowers at least three years running.

Today was one of those days when I just lost it.  At the very least, I made it home before having a deep, hearty, and heartfelt sob.  My dad managed to get the brunt of it, due to completely unintentional poor timing on his part (he was returning my call).  I know that everything and anything I’m dealing with is temporary, that none of it is earth-shattering or particularly bad, that I’ll make it through, that I have the most supportive family and friends that anyone could ask for, but sometimes, when it all feels like too much all at once . . . you just need a good sob to make it through the day.  Follow that up with a good booty-busting workout and you’re almost as good as new.  Almost.  Sigh.

* A tribute to Free to Be . . .You and Me, of course.