Muffins and burnt fingers

I just burnt my index finger on a curling iron.  Why, yes, I am at work!  It's that kind of Friday...the kind where I get to work late, close my door and touch up my hair with the curling iron.  No one's around early on in the day, so I can do these kinds of things.

I was late today for a chain reaction of reasons.  First of all, I stayed home last night with a grand plan of doing nothing.  I got into bed at 10:30 with great aspirations to get to bed at a reasonable hour.  And then the boy called, and we ended up on the phone until 1:30 in the morning.  Subsequently, I got up and was moving a bit slower this morning, and dawdled over my shoe selection for my Friday outfit.  I then missed my bus as a result of said dawdling, and had to catch the next one.  Then once in DC I decided I needed to go to Whole Foods, wherein I purchased a delightful selection of mixed fruit in a ready to go fashion, and a corn muffin.  Then I stopped at Starbucks because I needed to complete my trifecta of destruction.  :-)

So here I am now, fruit on my desk, coffee already gone, muffin at the ready, better than before curls and a burnt finger.  I can't say I've done a lot of work in the hour I've been here, but it's Friday, and that's okay.  I'll get to some work shortly, but it's taking me awhile to get into the work frame of mind.  I cannot wait for tomorrow morning when I can sleep in and hopefully catch up on some much needed rest. 

My weekend should be good.  Tonight is happy hour with my friends, the tame version.  :-)  I'm actually hoping to get home by 10 so I can power through a little DVR.  My DVR has been woefully neglected and is chock full of good things for me to get through when I can.  First on my list is The Office finale.  Tomorrow will be sleeping in, and then going to the gym.  Hair appointment in the afternoon, and then date, baby, date in the evening.  Weather reliant we have plans to go miniature golfing and get some food.  I'm looking forward to it!

I am frighteningly unmotivated today. 

I suspect I am going to kiss someone new this weekend.

I hope the new hairstylist does not ruin me.

I wish I could go play in the sun instead of being stuck inside today!

Blue Moon Rising

So last Friday I had one of those days that I have a couple times a year at most, the kind where I let down all of my guards, broke all my own rules, and just let things happen.  It was amazing, and fun, and surprising, and strange.  I had drinks with friends, so many different groups of friends that merged and separated and merged again as the night wore on.  I saw a comedy show (Bobby Lee), got pictures with the comedian.  I danced with my friends and I laughed and I flirted and made out with a 25 year old who has been wanting to kiss me for at least a year.  ;-)  Yes, he's a baby.  But he's a damn good-looking guy and he's fun and flirty and we danced and had a good time.  So this almost 35 year old will take it and run with it and hold it like a scandalous little badge of honor!

I'm supposed to partake in another happy hour tomorrow, though with a slightly different group.  Perhaps some overlap, but we'll see.  This will subsequently (and necessarily) be a milder happy hour, at least for me.  I need to save my drinking days for special occasions, like my Cincinnati trip in the first weekend of June, and then my birthday happy hour on June 21, and then my birthday Florida trip on the four days following said happy hour.  And of course, my Ocean City trip with the girls in late July! 

I'm excited for my birthday this year.  It's about 5 weeks away, but I already feel hopeful that it will help erase the memory of last year's super depressing birthday.  I look forward to the merging of some more of my current work friends with my former work friends, as well as extraneous friends like the 25 year old.  If everyone shows, it should be a good time!  And if only the couple staunchly reliable ones show, that will still be awesome.  :-)  I will be leaving town that following day for the beach in Florida, and I am crazy excited for that.  Also, I'm excited to hang out with my friend, Tracy, as we've never taken a trip together.  Good times ahead!

So the weekend is looming.  This is a good thing because of the following reasons:

1) Weekends?  Always awesome.

2) I have a hair appt. with a new stylist Saturday afternoon in Old Town.  I'm terrified to try new stylists, but I'll never find one if I don't!  Crossing my fingers she can find a way to give this mop some body and shape and fun without taking away too much of the (tiny amount of) length I've been working to acquire. 

3) Trainer session on Sunday morning.  Yes, I do look forward to this! 

4) Second date on Saturday, I do believe.

5) I hope to go see The Great Gatsby, probably on Sunday, for realsies this weekend!  If not, I guess it gets bumped to the holiday weekend! 

6) I have a deeply held desire to really clean my apartment this weekend, including the completion of the seasonal clothing transition and hopefully compiling a collection of things to donate and rid myself of!  Really hope I can make this happen, but the apartment cleaning is top of the list.  My apartment is tiny, but is it wrong to wish for a one time cleaning service treat to do a good, deep clean so that I can just start fresh?  ;-)

7)  Yes, I said second date.  ;-)  First date was last night, and we very adorably met for ice cream.  Once the shop closed, we sat outside and talked for about an hour.  When we went our separate ways, we hugged and he smelled really good, and I drove home smiling.  And I went to the gym (late!) smiling. And it was nice. 

8)  I'm starving.  I know this veered from the intent of the list, but I couldn't help myself.  Time to wrap up and procure some food!



 

Just Say No to Dough

So it turns out I'm a sucker sometimes.  I tried to cancel that date on Wednesday night, but I somehow got talked out of it.  We ended up bumping it to later in the evening so I didn't have to rush around when I got home, and switched it from dinner to coffee so it wasn't so much of a time commitment.  I met him in Old Town on a drizzly, gray evening when I would have preferred to just go to the gym and go home. 

Sigh.  He was a nice guy.  Very innocent and polite, nearly formal.  We sat in two high backed armchairs facing one another across a low slung table, and it was awkward and difficult to hold conversation.  This guy made pale me look tan, folks.  As I sat there I kept thinking that he reminded me of uncooked dough.  :-o  Jebus, I know that sounds awful, but he was just so pale, and so bald, and so pale and so bald.  Needless to say, there was less than zero chemistry and I was so grateful to escape after about 30 minutes. 

Hun guy got told again that I don't like being called Hun, Sweetie or Babe.  He apologized, but seems to be backing off, which is welcome.  Hopefully he will just slowly go away, like clouds on a rainy day?  I don't know.  Drift away, Hun.  Drift away!

I went to see Ross Mathews last night, and OMG, he is adorable.  And hilarious.  I don't remember the last time I laughed so much, and so earnestly.  He also just has a really amazing message of self acceptance and empowerment, and I appreciated that aspect of it as well.  I met him and got my book signed and a photo with him after the show, and he was just as nice and genuine as I'd hoped.  :-)  Totally worth the wait in line!  I'm about halfway through his book and it is a great read. 

Tonight I'm going to see Bobby Lee with a group of friends, so I anticipate more laughter this evening.  This makes me happy!  Tomorrow morning I get to wake up bright and early to head into DC for the Susan G. Komen 5K, which I am participating in with a team from my firm.  They have scheduled a brunch for after the 5K, which I'm also attending.  Unfortunately they are predicting rain and storms tomorrow.  I guess we'll see!  I was also supposed to go see a baseball game, but again, that is weather dependent. 

I've got about three gentlemen that want to get together this weekend, but I don't know what will become of that.  They will all be first meetings, so who knows.  I feel like after going out tonight and being out for the morning and early afternoon tomorrow may lead me to want to stay in Saturday.  I do really want to see Gatsby, but I am not brazen enough to go see it solo on a Saturday night!  Maybe in the afternoon if the game gets rained out.  Sunday will probably be grocery store, that's my only for sure plan, aside from a session with my trainer in the morning.

Sometimes I am wistful for having a built in date to things that come up that I want to do.  Example:  Donnie Darko is the midnight movie at a theater I like this weekend, and next weekend is Back to the Future.  I would love to go to both of these, but I know just about no one who is game for an 11:45 movie, even on a weekend!  Very unfortunate!

Okay, enough rambling for this morning.  Off to do some work so I can get to 5pm all the sooner!

wednesday whatevers

I love the little rush I get upon receipt of a text or IM from someone I'm interested in.  It makes me flush with excitement, smile reflexively and makes my day sometimes.  It's too bad that there is not a single person I'm talking to right now that elicits that reaction.

Every time my phone buzzes lately I pretty much know I'm going to be disappointed.  I get a fairly consistent number of texts from people I'm just not into.  Guy I dated briefly last summer who now lives in New Mexico ? Texts me almost every day.  I don't really know why.  When he first contacted me again a few months ago we we were exchanging emails and it was kind of interesting and fun, with no expectation of romance.  But now I find myself bored.  It's not going anywhere, including any real friendship. He's just a guy I dated a few times, never kissed, and will never see again.  A guy I would never want to date now that I know him more.  And a guy who gives me false hope that he's someone interesting every day when he uselessly texts me about nothing. 

Then there are the randoms, like the Hun guy, who texts me like 4 times a day even if I don't reply.  I just don't feel like dealing with him.  I would rather my phone not buzz at all than buzz with non-engaging, pointless contact.  I feel like I am maxed out on maintaining these silly friendships with people I tried to date.  I have enough friends, I don't need these guys.  I'm too nice, and I let people back in even when I'm done.  New Mexico guy is totally harmless, not toxic in any fashion, but he's just...boring.  And his relationship drama annoys me.  He's predominantly STILL hung up on his ex who lives in DC still and continues to treat him like trash.  In the meantime, he's hooked up with a friend/co-worker in NM who is way younger and constantly pitches fits and creates drama.  It's like being in high school, and it's boring.

I'm mean.  It's possible.  But I just don't want pointless drama of my own, nor do I want pointless drama of others.  Grow up already, you know?  I don't want to hear about how your 22 year old co-worker is chasing you around and how you TOLD her you couldn't give her what she wanted, and she SAID it was fine at the time, but clearly now it is NOT fine.  If she's such a burden, stop hanging out with her?  Nope, you want to stay friends.  Sigh.

Sometimes I feel like blocking half of these people from my phone, or just telling them how I feel straight up.  Subtract your drama from my life, please.  Take your high school antics elsewhere.  Contact me if you have something real to say, not to tell me how much I'm missing out by not seeing the latest Iron Man movie.  A) I'm not missing anything and B) Boring.

I wish I could cut out of work and just go to the gym.  I feel like I apparently have some frustrations to work out.  And this date tonight?  I don't even feel like going.  This guy is so BLAH to me.  I can remember his name and nothing else.  Not a single characteristic or piece of information stands out in my mind.  Boring.

I fear I'm verging on another dating burnout period.  I hate even writing about this because I feel like I'm just setting myself up to get that same advice that pisses me off EVERY SINGLE TIME.

Please don't ever, ever tell me any of the following:

You'll meet someone when you're not looking.
Get involved in hobbies you enjoy, you'll find personal fulfillment and you may meet someone who shares you're interests.
Online dating is evil/soulless/pointless.  Date people you know in the real world!

Any variation of the above will rub me the wrong way.  I'm not a stupid person.  If I could just decide to meet someone in real life I would.  It doesn't work that way.  Wanting it doesn't make it so.  I have enough hobbies and enough friends.  I don't have time or interest in joining a book group or a whatever else group.  My life is full aside from the romantic aspect of things.  I do not have some big personal void that only a group of strangers who like to do something I like to do can fill. 

Sometimes I just get burnt out on dating.  And for the record?  The people I meet in real life are no better. No more reliable.  No more charming.  No more intelligent.  No more dedicated to finding something real. 

Summer is coming.  It's the busier time of the year.  I have lots of things going on, and I also have lots I enjoy doing on my own in the warmer months.  So I'll be single for another birthday.  And?  At least I'll be single for another birthday while in Florida on the beach.  Life goes on, and I'm perfectly capable of continuing to function on my own....forever.  Ha.

the collapse continues

My originally super busy week is collapsing further today at word that my trainer had to cancel my session tonight.  I am decidedly unsurprised!

In lieu of his session, I'm going to go to Target to pick up my copy of "Man Up" by Ross Mathews, which came out today.  I'm going to his book reading/signing Thursday, so I need my copy in hand!  Also, I will be picking up the actual CD of The Great Gatsby soundtrack.  Target is doing one of their exclusive editions with extra songs on it, so I'm going to take advantage and just rip it into my music collection this evening.  Love having new music to look forward to!

I ordered my other two books last night via Amazon and they will arrive Thursday:  "The Potty Mouth at the Table" by Laurie Notaro, whose books routinely make me laugh out loud like a crazy person on the train and "Don't Worry, It Gets Worse" by Alida Nugent, aka The Frenemy blogger.  Interested to see how that one is! 

Last night I went to the store and picked up a few things for smoothies, Cheerios, some steamer veggies and some new and hopefully delicious hummus chips of some sort.  I may utilize my Target trip to get a chicken breast that is NOT cold hard frozen like all of mine for dinner tonight to pair with some of the veggies. 

I have a supposed date tomorrow with a gent I've not nicknamed yet because he's not done anything noteworthy to stand out in a nickname fashion.  We're supposed to meet for dinner at an Irish pub in Old Town, so we'll see how that goes, if it goes. 

Still haven't dealt with the Heart Attack guy.  Also?  What a horrible nickname I've given him.  I'm awful.  But it seems to be his definining characteristic aside from "Hun".  Maybe I should call him that instead.  So Hun texted me last night and I responded back after a long delay, and he wrote back.  I opted of replying to his message since that one ended with "babe".  Today I got "Good morning, hun."  Sigh.  I know I need to extricate myself from this like an adult, but I DON'T WANNA!  :-/

All I wish is that it were Thursday so all the fun things could start.  And I wish I had a good date for "The Great Gatsby".  I will go by myself before I take some random first date guy to something I'm so excited for.

That's all I know on this dreary, rainy Tuesday.

surly bluemoon

It's definitely a Monday.
I definitely need acupuncture tonight. 
I definitely need a good workout.

Today has not been a good day.  It started out well enough with me waking up before my alarm.  That meant I was ready for the bus that gets me to work on time instead of late.  Came in and started sorting through emails from Friday when I was out of the office.  I had some catch up to do, but nothing out of control.

And then.

People started asking moronic questions.  And my Wednesday plan to go see a baseball game fell through.  That was disappointing even though I suspected it may have been rained out, anyway.  Then my Sunday plan to see a baseball game fell through.  Please note that Sunday is the only day of my three originally scheduled baseball days this week that is not supposed to be rainy.

I agreed to a second date with someone from the other week for this coming Sunday, but I think I'm going to cancel.  1) He calls me "Hun" every time he messages me and it drives me up a wall. We went out once, sir.  You have to earn the right to call me a pet name, and like I've said before, doing it this early makes me feel like you can't be bothered to remember my name. 

2) Innuendo.  Not a fan.  He asked what I was doing when I got back into town last night and I told him I was going to go to the gym. He said I should come "work out" with him, that he was just as good of a workout as the gym, and cuter.  He also frequently texts me things like, "Thinking of you.  Muah!"  Um.  ONE DATE.

3) Plus, this guy seriously just had a heart attack (at 36) two and a half weeks ago.  He can't drive far (and he lives 45 minutes from me).  He can't do any real exercise right now.  Call me evil, but when factoring in everything else on top of this, I don't really want to be forced into driving out to him all the time, or worrying about him constantly. 

In summation, I think I'm going to extricate myself from that situation.

Angry Ex emailed me this weekend, fishing to see if I'd hang out with him.  He "needed to talk" and wanted to see me.  Nope. 

Artboy pissed me off Friday by IMing ME. I told him I was at a Braves game while in Atlanta.  Because it's the polite thing to do, I asked him what he was doing.  "Why do you even care?  You're at a Braves game.  I'm flying to a rocket to the moon.  It's going to be amazing."  Yeah, screw you, Artboy.  I was being polite.  Try it.

Today I had an online dating random tell me I was "high maintenance" because I told him that I wasn't into his two word messages.  He pitched a bitch fit and told me he was at work and had priorities.  Right.  Except for when he was initiating messages with me.  While at work.  I blocked his dumb ass.

I was really, really looking forward to this week.  Yesterday I was super excited about all of the things I had going on, and now I feel like this is going to be one of those weeks where it all gradually falls apart.  I am certain my Thursday plans are proceeding because tickets are bought, and I assume the same about Friday.  5K on Saturday is a set plan, as is acupuncture tonight and trainer tomorrow.  Supposed to have a date Wednesday rescheduled from Tuesday.  And I will be going to see The Great Gatsby this weekend sometime, even if I go by myself. 

Today I just feel jaded, and tired, and burnt out on people.  My apartment is in dire need of a deep clean and I have zero motivation to do it.  The weather is gray and gloomy and cool and disappointing. 

Part of me really wants the relaxation acupuncture provides, and the therapeutic release the gym provides.  Another part of me says it's gray and shitty out and I'm in a grumpy mood, and I just want to lay on the couch and watch DVR and paint my nails.  Thusly my goal is to do all of those things in some measure.  A little DVR when I get home, or paint the nails.  Acupuncture at 7pm.  Gym shortly thereafter.  Then DVR/nails at home.  Then sleep at a hopefully reasonable hour. 

Tomorrow night I'll do trainer at 8pm, and Target either before or after.  Going to buy Target's exclusive edition of The Great Gatsby soundtrack (yes, an actual CD!) and Ross Mathews book for the book signing and reading on Thursday. 

I need a date with myself.  Hope to get it between tonight and tomorrow.

Men are like boomerangs

Yeah, that's right.  The men in my life are like boomerangs.  They always come back!  This time it was just Swoon.  Got a random text around 10pm last night.  "Hey, Bluemoon!  How are you doing?"

Sigh.  So predictable!  Told him I was very busy lately, but fine.  He told me he'd thought of me many times since our night out and wanted to see how I was.  Told me we should do it again.  This time he offered to come to me.

I reminded him I wasn't interested in random hookups, and he told he wasn't either.  That he'd had fun hanging out with me, and the conversation had been good.  Yup.  I'm sure the conversation is why he circled back!

He was clearly looking for me to offer myself up for this weekend, but I dismissively told him I was out of town this weekend.  He seemed disappointed, so I told him he could probably come to DC, anyway, and pick up some random young thing who would be more easily blinded by his charm and physique.  ;-)

I was on my way to sleep by this point and lagging off in the chat, so he ended with a hopeful suggestion to keep him in mind, and that we were just a few good songs down the highway from each other.  This still makes me laugh today.  :-p

I'll keep his number in my phone in case I'm ever feeling reckless and random because he would be an excellent person to be reckless and random with.  But in the meantime, I'm good!

Went on a couple of dates last weekend.  Thought the first one went well, but it has burned off since, and the second one went fairly well, too.  Did have to have a chat with the guy about being a little too much in general, and he's scaled it back significantly since then, so I guess he listened.  I'm too busy in the coming days to worry too much about dating, so I'm kind of glad for that.  I enjoy being unavailable for the time being, it's fun to watch these guys squirm a little. 

I was supposed to go out with a new guy monday night, but he's coming off way too insecure, and not in a cute way.  Neediness turns me off, and totally baseless insecurity (he's gorgeous and has a great job) is worse.

Work is insanely busy lately, but I'm being hugely productive, so that's awesome.  Went to boot camp last night and tweaked my knee for the second night in a row.  First time was at my regular training session and was the result of a deep lunge exercise that is just not good for my ailing knee.  Stupidly tried to keep up with the jump lunge portion of boot camp last night and hurt it again.  Iced it at home, but it's sore today and I'm not pleased.  Not sure if I should go to the gym tonight and just take it easy on the arc trainer or skip it altogether.  I'll be out of town this weekend so no set gym time then either, so I'm really hesitant to skip tonight totally.  Will be icing it again for sure later and ibuprofen is my friend!

So glad today is my friday at work!  Also so glad I'm not in Omaha or really anywhere in the Midwest that has gotten any quantity of snow in the last couple of days.  WTF, world?  It's MAY!!!

Tuesday Crazies

I'm still here!  Just wanted to pop my head up and say that I'm around, reading blogs, just not posting.  I've been incredibly busy with work lately, and so I've had less time to blog.  When I do have time, I have less motivation to spend further time cozied up to my laptop!

I am working desperately to finish up this awful project at work.  It is tedious and crazy inducing and long overdue to be done, and I hope to be close to wrapped up by the end of Thursday.  I'm taking Friday off to go visit my best friend in Atlanta for the weekend.  Cheers for a mini break from life!

I will hopefully be back to update soon about everything, but in the meantime, I wanted to say hello.  :-)

So long, Swoon

So I talked to Swoon last night.  This is a summary of how it went.

CONTEXT: I texted him Tuesday night around 7 or 8pm.  When we met we'd made jokes about me hoping he wasn't a serial killer and him hoping I wasn't a stalker.  Tuesday night I texted him something along the lines of:

Me: "Did we break up already???  [CUE CREEPY STALKER MUSIC HERE.]"

Wednesday night he replies, and jokes:

Swoon: "So how were those dreams? ;-)".

He asked this because we'd joked about having fun dreams after making out for an hour the other night.  I was being a dumb girl and coquettishly (HA!) replied:

Me: "I have no idea what you were talking about!" and then used this moronic angel with a halo emoticon my phone offers. 

So another hour or so passes without a reply, and I find this annoying and decide to just cut to the chase.

Me: "I'm calling shenanigans on your text response time.  This is what I do when I'm not interested in someone."

Swoon: "Well, it was fun.... ;-)"

Me: "Got it.  Take care!"

Swoon:  "Well, I didn't say I was opposed to more of it.  :-)"

This roiled me a bit, so I lied a little bit.

Me: "Sorry, the casual sex position has already been filled.  I'm aiming for something with a little more substance this time around."

Swoon:  "Well, it was fun.  Good luck!"

WTF, mate???

Honestly, it annoyed me and then I laughed.  I prefer this direct acknowledgement that he was just a guy looking for some no strings attached sex than the concept of him stringing me along and PRETENDING to want more until I slept with him and then he left, anyway. 

But still....seriously?  Needless to say, I uninstalled Swoon (the app) and deleted Swoon (the guy).  So long, Swoons!  :-D

Blur

So Monday was basically just a big blur for me.  I woke up with a slight migraine, but thought maybe I was just dehydrated.  I drank some water and headed into work. Migraine had progressed a bit by then, but was still manageable.  Took one of my magic pills and waited for it to work.  Instead, my headache grew exponentially as time passed.  By 9:30 I'd turned off the light in my office and was sitting in the dark.  By 10:30 a co-worker had stopped by to express concern, and closed my door when she left.  By 11:45 I was beyond done and headed home for a hellacious commute.  The light outside hurt my eyes, all the sounds hurt me.  I got home before 1pm, changed into PJs, got ice packs and got into bed. 

I woke up around 3:30 only to learn of the horrible tragedy at the Boston Marathon.  I watched coverage briefly, but it all hurt too much.  I sat in the shower, literally sat beneath the pounding hot water, for half an hour, then crawled back into bed.  I woke up again at about 8:30pm, and I finally, finally felt human again.  I made myself a sandwich and watched some TV.  I was up for about three hours before I went back to bed.  In summation, Monday was a wasted day, a painful blur, a confusing mess. 

I feel okay today.  Not spectacular, but okay.  I'm moving carefully, afraid I'm going to spark another headache somehow.  I'm drinking lots of water, I ate lunch, I'm going to have a yogurt or something soon, too.  I have my first session back with my trainer in ages it seems later tonight.  Crossing my fingers I'm good to go for that.  I need it. 

Things on the dating front are basically stalled and simultaneously thinning out.  I still haven't heard from Swoon, which I'm not sure how to feel about.  I considered texting him today, but something held me back.  He lives an hour and a half away.  Not ideal.  I guess I also just worry that it would be really easy to fall into something physical with him very quickly, and I'm not sure how I feel about that either.  Part of me thinks I should just be open to whatever it could be.  Another part of me thinks that if I replace Artboy with some other guy who I like, but who will never go anywhere, I'm just holding myself back.  Then a third part of me is wondering why he hasn't contacted me yet. 

I'm going to be that girl right now and ask....what would you do?  Reach out, or wait?  I'm kinda torn.

Speaking of Artboy, I'm being tested.  The girl he was dating broke up with him sunday night.  Argh.  Must stay strong.  It's been nearly three months since I've seen him, and while it wasn't always what I wanted, it has been good for me to stay away.  But now he's free again and I know I'm going to be forced to tell him no again.  I want to tell him no.  I think I can tell him no.  I hope.  I've got three months of moving away from him under my belt, and I don't want to toss that aside.  No lectures, please, I do know he's bad for me.  I do know he says what he needs to in order to keep a door open, and I do know that at all other times he has zero problem dropping me.  Going to see if knowing all of these things so clearly can finally make an impact on my choices.  It's just hard when I'm lonely, you know?

Anyway.  Some of the other guys I was talking to have dropped out of contention.  Some were just rubbing me the wrong way with the tone of their messages, one was flat out annoying me yesterday.  He messaged me something cutesy in the afternoon, which I didn't get until I woke up.  Told him I'd been home sleeping with a raging migraine, and he said "Maybe it's a tumor."  I was unamused.  He later told me it was just a joke from "Kindergarten Cop", but come on, really?  So stupid and thoughtless.

I'm back to feeling sort of indifferent to most of the people I'm talking to, and a bit deflated about Swoon.  Just not sure where to go with that one!  You'd think he would at least stick around until I slept with him, ha. 

I think part of my "blah" today is just medicine and pain hangover from yesterday, and having been totally swamped today as a result of a lot of projects going on and my early departure yesterday.

Yesterday I totally had a girly moment wherein I wished I had someone who would have come over to take care of me last night.  But I don't, and that's life, and I survived.  So I guess that's something.

Here's hoping for a more cheerful post next go around!