This weekend was supposed to be the weekend that I wound down and got ready for the holiday week. I suppose its been pretty much just that, except for the fact that instead of decompressing on Friday night, I completely wound myself up with Stephanie (she wanted to get her wild on .I didnt but ended up getting it on even more than she!) and ended up passed out on my neighbors couch. Long story. Details fuzzy.
How I woke myself up and snuck out and got myself to my 8:30 Saturday morning cardio class, Ill never know. It wasnt pretty. And Im sure I smelled much like a big ole stale, smoky, alcohol-stained sofa the whole time. Nice. But I got through it.
Secret Agent Guy called on Saturday to see if Id go shopping with him and help him pick out gifts for his family. It was a beautiful day, and I knew Id have fun walking around in the sunshine, but it was kind of odd doing it with SAG after all that shit he pulled at my party. We talked through it, but I cant help feeling like he wants to make me jealous or something. I dont understand where he thinks thats gonna get him. I do know one thing: hes desperate to settle down with someone. And I do know another: the chemistry is just not there with us.
My hangover kicked in full-force during our little shopping excursion. I finally had to go home and die in front of the TV.
Tonight Im in the process of trying to pack for all the Christmas Festivities that will be happening next week. Here are the things I need to pack:
I am really looking forward to the week ahead.
It just sucks that this terrorist shit is creeping back into the news. Been scoping message boards and such, and it just blows that this shit has to keep going on and on. I dont know what to believe any more. I suppose that just staying alert is all anyone can do.
I have actually been thinking about it through all of my travels recently: if Im going to die, Im going to die. Ive made my peace with it. Yes, there are lots and lots of things that Id really like to do before I die. But damn. Im not going to keep myself from doing things just because there are terrorists out there walking among us. There are rapists and burglars and snipers and serial killers out there too. That doesnt stop me from going out and doing my thing, now does it?
I hate that we have to think about it, but I guess its now a way of life, eh?
I think as long as I can stay focused on the things that I can control, then Im doing pretty good. That hasnt been the case with my food and alcohol intake this week. I need to get back on that horse, and quick!
Okay back to my cleaning and packing. Im going to close this entry with a beautiful kissing ball. Because thats what I intend to be doing at least part of the time while Im gone!
Smooch.
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