Um. Yeah. The weekend was weird.
Between the weather and my mood swings, things were shifting from moment to moment. Kind of exciting if you like complete and utter unpredictability.
Next time Ill know not to wear a fluttery skirt and flip flops when Im exploring a construction site (possible new home). The wind whipping my skirt to around crotch level definitely made it a challenge to walk through girders. And the clicking and flopping of the flip flops soon turned to slipping and sloshing through the rain puddles. The hard hat made a lovely addition to the ensemble.
Is it odd that I fell in love with practically every place I looked at over the weekend? Especially as the prices went higher and higher? I was pretty much resigned to the fact that I have expensive tastes when it comes to living spaces, but I think I may have actually found a place that might be workable. Im crossing my fingers and trying not to jinx myself, but Ive made an appointment for a private showing of this place tomorrow evening I will try to take photos if I can. Ive already seen another similar unit, but this one will be the actual space. Corner flat on the 6th floor of an old furniture warehouse. We shall seeeeeeee.
Saturday night was just off. Starting with not hearing from Paul. Which is fine, because Im backing off, right? But how does he know that Im the one whos backing off? Can he just feel my vibes from across town or something? Im supposed to be the one blowing him off, remember? Right.
Fine. I was sort of bitchy all night. Long story short, the nabes and I ended up at the Point at my coaxing so that I could wish [Parliament] and early Happy Birthday (psst its tomorrow, by the way). We actually had a pretty good time, even though [P] seemed to be otherwise occupied. I danced with some interesting characters, and the nabes kept pulling me away from this one guy. And I didnt quite understand. Especially when they never caught on to my looks of utter horror when some freak came up from behind me and started humping my backside. Sure, its okay for some asswipe to straddle me from behind because hes sort of hot but its not okay for a normal guy who is charming and polite to ask me to leave the dance floor for two seconds to talk to him in an area where we can hear each other? Hm. Im much too old for this.
Julie got too drunk and we needed to take her home. I never got to hang with [P], so I left him a pissy little voice mail because I was in brat mode all night long anyway. When he finally called me back (1:30?), I was even pissier. I dont know what to say. I havent spoken to him since.
Sunday was dreary then sunny then dreary then happy then dreary. As was I.
And it was fucking FREEZING! Why dont you west coasters all simultaneously blow your heat wave over here?
I couldnt sleep last night. Im becoming a bit of an insomniac and I dont like it. I was awake from 2 until 5, at which point I went back to bed and slept for maybe an hour. My body feels strange and moody. It gurgles and moans and I have bursts of energy and then I can hardly make it. Im drinking gallons of coffee, but have really cut back on the smokes. My cycle is completely out of whack. Whats happening to me? Could I possibly be going through the change??! At THIRTY-SIX?!!!
Good Lord.
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