Weekends are no longer worth it.
Going home yesterday? Amazing. I wrote a lot for my papers, but I miss my cat so much...so much. And I skipped going to The Galley this morning. Maybe next time.
It's kind of cool that I'm the "new Sphennings" at Rocky. Minus being an adorable boy...I get to play in the attic and I know where the keys live; I feel like I have moved up the food chain, and I enjoy that immensely. Seems like I've been doing it an awful lot lately, though (oh wait, that's 'cause I have) and even though I'm excited to be there (as a groupie!) for Laura's last show/Chelsie's birthday tomorrow night, I...kind of also want to see about this contra dancing nonsense. I are curious. A lot.
I need to get out of working Friday nights; I can't keep doing this. I don't want to, so, accordingly, don't feel I should have to.
Also, I am learning that often times I cannot trust how much I want to have certain things happen; it's like setting myself up to be disappointed. I am rarely disappointed, but...perhaps the problem is how I can become so single-minded. And then I stop caring.
It's kind of cool that I'm the "new Sphennings" at Rocky. Minus being an adorable boy...I get to play in the attic and I know where the keys live; I feel like I have moved up the food chain, and I enjoy that immensely. Seems like I've been doing it an awful lot lately, though (oh wait, that's 'cause I have) and even though I'm excited to be there (as a groupie!) for Laura's last show/Chelsie's birthday tomorrow night, I...kind of also want to see about this contra dancing nonsense. I are curious. A lot.
I need to get out of working Friday nights; I can't keep doing this. I don't want to, so, accordingly, don't feel I should have to.
Also, I am learning that often times I cannot trust how much I want to have certain things happen; it's like setting myself up to be disappointed. I am rarely disappointed, but...perhaps the problem is how I can become so single-minded. And then I stop caring.