Both the Worst and the Best Day of the Year
Why was today the worst? Well, I had almost no sleep (due to out-of-control shoe shopping, some invasive researching of Governor Ryan Hallet, and deciding that Oliver was never going to be interested in me and so I needed to resign). Actually, writing the perfect resignation letter and updating my profile on 'LinkedIn' took up a good part of my night. I may have also disappeared down a rabbit-hole where I almost applied for a Ph. D. program at the University of Colorado in Boulder, focussing on Interdisciplinary Media Arts Practices.
I really need to stop trying to change my life every time Oliver makes it clear he is not interested in me beyond 'friendship'.
What else? Oh yeh, 350 000 Valentines were sent this year, and I was pretty sure I received none of them, Oliver is now aware that I am some kind of stalker, and Madison Alstrop is deathly ill. Oh there has to be more …
Oliver thought I was a liar (or a dissembler according to Denver's own Chaucer), he has kept in contact with the police officer he was crushing on, and the stunning soprano at Oliver's church (who clearly has a thing for him) called me 'Jane'! That is almost as bad as 'Cheryl'! Nice power move! Oh, and I walked off and left Norman stuck in a dumpster.
But it was also the best day. Governor Hallet is a good man. He is kind and has spent his life trying to atone for a terrible mistake when he was nothing more than a boy. Norman Dorman is also a good man, with a beautiful soul. He was able to say remarkably perfect words that were a balm to Governor Hallet's heart.
Diary, I need to buy a calendar so I can circle today on the it – Oliver let me drive his car again. The temptation for some serious revving was strong, but I resisted. Actually, there are a few things I want to mark on the calendar for today … Another of these is that I met the most adorable powerhouse of a nurse, who happily said 'no' to Oliver O'Toole's face. I kind of love her.
Oh, and I also need that calendar because today, I received the sweetest Valentine's Card. Oliver did want to have dinner with me! He wrote me the most gorgeously old-fashioned invitation to dinner on the most beautifully wonky handmade card. He wanted to go to 'Montaldo's' for 'conversation, music and dancing! Squeee!
Even better? I am not too late for dinner, and we are going on Saturday!
Ablutions, Oliver! Really?