Early Bird (and I Don’t Mean Turkey) in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

I’m up earlier than I thought I’d be today. Shoulda bit the bullet and bought myself a turkey and some trimmings. Instead, I went to the market last night and bought a bunch of pre-made stuff that looked good at the time: a stuffed chicken breast, a small meatloaf, rolls, cucumber salad, cheese, hummus, little Belgian waffle thingies, and of course, a couple of slices of pumpkin pie! Mmmmm…pumpkiny.

Super T finally called yesterday. Of course, he waited until the very last possible second. He was driving, and he was a mere hour away from his parents’ place. Asked me when I was coming down. What kind of an invitation is that?? Obviously, it wasn’t! I told him that I wasn’t coming, and he didn’t seem surprised or disappointed in the least. It was a nice conversation though. He is so funny and cute that I can’t help but laugh. But he is incredibly immature and avoids conflict at any cost. This time, it cost him me. Not that it really matters to him, but my feelings are still hurt. He knows this. I made it clear last weekend. Sure I’m sad, but I’ll get over it. I’m always in a constant state of getting over something, ya know? This week it just happens to be Super T.

Had to cancel my appointment with the trainer last night. There was just no way in hell that I was going to get even a tiny workout in, not to mention something quality. The possibility of throwing up at the gym was highly likely, and I think they frown on that. We rescheduled, and I let out another sigh of relief.

I took a wonderful nap on the sofa last night. The cat curled up right on the top of my chest and purred loudly and nuzzled my face. The TV was on, but I have no idea what I watched/slept through. Woke up and put my jammies on and crawled into bed. Immediately realized that I wasn’t sleepy anymore. Just exhausted. I sort of wanted to get back up and do something, but everything that I thought of required at least a little bit of energy. I had none, so I tossed and turned a little. Musta done the trick because I didn’t wake up until 5:30 (or rather, the cat woke me up).

So up I am. Early Thanksgiving morning. I’m staying put today. There’s so much to do inside this apartment. I really need to clean, and there are the last few boxes to unpack. And I still haven’t figured out where everything is (thanks to the parental unpacking!). The kitchen is a shambles, and both bedrooms are too. I could stand to do some laundry. I need to measure all the windows so that I can work on getting some window covering action started. I’d really like to start feeling like I actually live here.

Got a peek into my next-door neighbor’s apartment yesterday. I think he was having some people over before going out and his door was wide open, giving me a great shot of his living room. He’s been here maybe three days longer than I have, and his place is immaculate. Gay. Super, duper gay. No straight man decorates in such an amazing fashion. I was envious of his set-up, but I know I can make my place just as beautiful! I envision so much for this place. It’s gonna cost me, but it will be worth it! I just dread tackling that kitchen.

So I’m not sure where to even start at this point. I guess I’ll start with coffee and ease myself into it.

Tonight should be fun. I’m meeting some people from work and we’re hanging out in my “neck of the woods” (as Parliament would say). There’s a huge Thanksgiving festival-type thing going on here that I’m not sure how to even describe because I haven’t witnessed it yet. I’ve just heard a lot about it, and it’s supposed to be spectacular….huge crowd, lots of merriment, lights, music, etc. One of the girls from work lives close to me, and we’re all meeting at her place at some point, and then we’re going to walk to the festivities en masse.

So that’s it for now. Gonna go make a little breakfast and turn on the TV to see how the parade is progressing. I’m sure I’ll check back in at some point today just to see what’s going on.

Everyone enjoy!