Nothing incredibly exciting to report for today except that I did a 1.5 hour workout this morning instead of my usual hour and it just about killed me. Of course, everyone says you get used to it and it goes by fast, but I have to say, it was probably the longest hour and a half I’ve spent in a long, long time. It was grueling. Luckily, several of us were cheering each other on, but MAN, I don’t know if I’m going to sign up for many more 1.5 hour classes. Or maybe I will! I did make it through this one relatively…alive.
And then I rewarded myself with a mani-pedi at my new favorite nail place.
I’ve recently discovered dipped nails. Not that they are anything new and I’ve seen them on others and have admired the way they look, but I hadn’t been doing anything special with my nails for YEARS. I’d had acrylic nails for a long, long time back in the late 90s and early 00s, but I always hated the way they RUINED my natural nails. And I also hated the way those fuckers would break. And when they broke, they would be disastrous….so ugly and many times very painful. I’d tried gel nails and they just didn’t do it for me. So for the last umpteen years I’d just done natural nails…which were not very pretty or fashionable. And I couldn’t keep up with painting them every other day.
So finally I decided to give the dips a try and OMG…life changing! I’m now on my 3rd manicure with the dip. I have to say that it depends on your nail technician as to how your nails will last, but I’ve been going every three weeks and the last day of week 3 looks nearly as good as the first day. I say ‘nearly’ because your nails do grow out and I had some cracked nails on this last go-around…but even when they crack they don’t break, so I was the only one who noticed a little hairline crack in my nails and even then I suspect it was the workmanship of the second nail technician I’d had. So today, back to the original nail tech and I am SO pleased with my paws!
Did I really just dedicate a lot of journal space to manicures? I guess I am that girl today.
I suppose it has a little to do with the fact that I haven’t accomplished much today and it’s already Saturday night.
Also because I’m once again saddened a bit by The Scot.
We had a nice long FaceTime session after my mani/pedi, but it was a little “off” today. I have a sneaking suspicion that The Scot was drunk…which, fine. It’s Saturday night and he’s had a long and busy week. I’ve talked with him when he’s been drinking before…because, duh. He’s Scottish! Heh. But this time we had some funny disagreements and what I felt like was a bit of a communication issue.
So when we got off the phone I felt odd.
Now. I’ve felt a tad bit odd before after some of our FTs but have always received the sweetest texts immediately after our FTs and didn’t get the same type of message today.
In fact, today I got a text that said, in part, “…I felt I lost my girl a bit….”
So whoa. I’m not really even sure what part he was talking about, but it made me sad and made me think that long distance relationships are nearly impossible - at least for me. Especially ones that span several time zones and involve someone you’ve never even touched.
Feeling lonely again tonight.
I suppose I should be productive with the rest of my evening. Best Bud is coming over tomorrow so we can go to brunch and talk about her next steps in her job search.
That’s the other thing. I’m so stressed about the job thing I can hardly function.
OK. Enough depressing shit for one entry.
xox,
GS
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