Weekend Update
I woke up, checked www.postsecret.com as I do ever Sunday, ate breakfast, got a massive headache and passed out for 2 hours.
Weird.
I read; finished one book, made a small dent in another, and started a 4th (I have one in my car I am reading).
Then I got bored and worked out.
My stomach has been assaulting me ever since.
I found myself pacing in my room and decided to do something slightly more productive.
I told my family what happened last night. He did not call today; I am very excited about that because I really did not feel like telling him that I do not want to see him anymore. Hopefully he will not bother with me because I would not sleep with him. That would actually work in my favor because I do not feel like talking to him ever again.
I feel bad only because he filled a chair at our poker games. My guys may be a bit irritated until I tell them why I cost them yet another poker player. Somehow I do not see him being mature enough to come play despite my presence.
I cleaned out my car yesterday. YAY. It is vacuumed and empty and beautiful. I had 6 bottles of water with various amounts of water in them -- they are gone now. Assorted papers and clothes, even my old speakers in the trunk. I should be getting better gas mileage now.
Tomorrow starts another work-week. And it is pay-week, nonetheless. I am not exactly excited to go to work, but I am very excited to go make money. Oh, hell, maybe I am excited to go back. I did not like the other office that much and I am looking forward to seeing everyone in my office again. I may dole out hugs, even.
Ok, enough prattle.
Weird.
I read; finished one book, made a small dent in another, and started a 4th (I have one in my car I am reading).
Then I got bored and worked out.
My stomach has been assaulting me ever since.
I found myself pacing in my room and decided to do something slightly more productive.
I told my family what happened last night. He did not call today; I am very excited about that because I really did not feel like telling him that I do not want to see him anymore. Hopefully he will not bother with me because I would not sleep with him. That would actually work in my favor because I do not feel like talking to him ever again.
I feel bad only because he filled a chair at our poker games. My guys may be a bit irritated until I tell them why I cost them yet another poker player. Somehow I do not see him being mature enough to come play despite my presence.
I cleaned out my car yesterday. YAY. It is vacuumed and empty and beautiful. I had 6 bottles of water with various amounts of water in them -- they are gone now. Assorted papers and clothes, even my old speakers in the trunk. I should be getting better gas mileage now.
Tomorrow starts another work-week. And it is pay-week, nonetheless. I am not exactly excited to go to work, but I am very excited to go make money. Oh, hell, maybe I am excited to go back. I did not like the other office that much and I am looking forward to seeing everyone in my office again. I may dole out hugs, even.
Ok, enough prattle.