hey . .wait a minute . .
it hasn't been a week yet, but here's a recap:
Wednesday: game-night three fun games.
Thursday: went over to Northrup King to but a Christmas present for my Mom, as well to see if I could get a date with this one woman; alas, already spoken for.
Friday: went to the Frank Stone gallery: some nice art work but nothing really happening otherwise.
Saturday: went to Java Jacks for storytelling.
Sunday: went to the coffee shop in the morning. Went to church and aside from the usual, talked to this women that I very much connect with, however it's unfolding slowly, so I'm trying to remember where I put my patience. Straightened up my room. Then went to MOA to see the Golden Compass, which I really liked except for the overly dramatic music swells. When I got home I read for awhile(Stephen King's Song of Susanna), then went to bed early.
Today: I was right in the middle of a dream when my alarm went off. You know how you feel paralyzed when you wake up from deep sleep; well it took me almost a minute before I could get up and turn the damn thing off. I don't think I ever got under full sail; I think my background stress level is slowly wearing me down.
Wednesday: game-night three fun games.
Thursday: went over to Northrup King to but a Christmas present for my Mom, as well to see if I could get a date with this one woman; alas, already spoken for.
Friday: went to the Frank Stone gallery: some nice art work but nothing really happening otherwise.
Saturday: went to Java Jacks for storytelling.
Sunday: went to the coffee shop in the morning. Went to church and aside from the usual, talked to this women that I very much connect with, however it's unfolding slowly, so I'm trying to remember where I put my patience. Straightened up my room. Then went to MOA to see the Golden Compass, which I really liked except for the overly dramatic music swells. When I got home I read for awhile(Stephen King's Song of Susanna), then went to bed early.
Today: I was right in the middle of a dream when my alarm went off. You know how you feel paralyzed when you wake up from deep sleep; well it took me almost a minute before I could get up and turn the damn thing off. I don't think I ever got under full sail; I think my background stress level is slowly wearing me down.