I should have gone to the gym today. But I opted to sleep 'til 9:30, shower, and wander around Rookwood. Luckily, I avoided the urge to spend a lot of money, opting to purchase cheap candles at Home Goods, instead of splurging at Yankee Candle. The Gap, apparently my favorite store since choosing to become a social clone, was having a sale, and the temptation to buy a new pair of jeans was strong. But I walked out bagless. With my body morphing every week, I decided to hold off on investing in new clothes until I know for sure where my shoulders and hips are going to end up. I no longer recognize my arms and ass. It's great.
After the football game, I ought to go run so that today isn't wasted completely. But I think I'm lifting tomorrow, and another day of rest won't hurt. Besides, I have to clean out the dining and living rooms--I'm going to try to get some estimates on refinishing the floors. Perhaps I can get this all done within the next month or so. That way I can start on the winter projects I have in mind: tiling the upstairs bathroom floor, patching and painting the basement bathroom's drywall, and organizing all the madness in the basement. There are empty boxes that can be pitched and shelving that can be better utilized. It's hard to believe I've owned this place for nearly a year.
This weekend consisted of much beer consumption: Friday, Sean and I met at Kaldi's after I got off work, ate dinner and drank four beers each, went home, changed, and headed back downtown for Midpoint Music Festival fun, where music was heard, friends were bumped into, more beer was had, and I randomly called some random guy a "bitch" thanks to the fact that I watch WAY too much Barbershop and have taken after
Romadal and his propensity to calling everyone "bitch." I kill me.
Some people have contacted me about possible prices for my LS clothing. I apologize for being such a slacker. I'll post prices this week. I also have a few other items that I didn't provide pictures for that I'd like to get rid of.
On an unrelated note: Does Heather Locklear EVER age?