Jo’s Blog

Woke up at 8am today(was supposed to be up at 7am). Had a dream about him. Its always strange when I dream about him. He never speaks.

Mad rush to shower, dry my hair, put on knickers, stockings(hold-ups actually, aristoc - lace tops with added stretch, and do I need the added stretch), skirt, shirt oops forgot the bra. Happens very often these days, forgetting to put on important items of clothing when I’m in a rush.

Anyways, managed to get to the client at 9.15. Same old excuse - crazy traffic/car problems. I wonder what would happen if I said that I was late because I stayed in bed dreaming about him.

The rest of the day is boring - how interesting can client meetings about revenue recognition comparing UK/US GAAP be. Not very. At least he’s around. Grabbing my mouse pretending its his, while I’m using it. Maybe he just wants to hold my hand. Maybe I should grab his ‘mouse’.

Leave work at 7(I should really cut down my hours). Meet up with Em & Em(geddit Eminem) for dinner. They have been harrassing me to try on the garter belt that they bought me for my birthday.  Hate to break it to them that it damn uncomfortable. Especially when there’s a matching lace thong. Its just wrong. Fine it looks wrong on me. And I’m afraid that there’s just no one around to appreciate it. Al has said that he’s seen me too often in my jammies to find me attractive anymore.

Make my excuses to leave at 8.30 as CSI(Season 6!) is on at 9. Have been told to stop watching American junk and start with some normal British shows.

Finally fall asleep at 1230. After tossing and turning for one hour contemplating issues like when will I die, how will I die, should I have heath ledger’s or jake gyllenhaal’s babies?

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