I feel fantastic today
And by most rights, I should feel like ass. For the better part of two weeks now I've been sleeping on average only half as much as I should be; I can't recall the last time I had a proper home-cooked meal, and I don't even want to attempt to quantify the amount of alcohol I've consumed in the last month. Last night I was up way too late after packing for POC, thanks to my considerable efforts to convince a lady friend to join me for a bottle of wine and some mind-blowing... conversation. :)
So really, I should be exhausted, loopy, and dragging ass today, but I feel frickin' great. I guess it's just that everything is really beginning to come together for me. I'm making friends and being sociable like I used to do; I'm garnering the attention of the ladies again, and actually keeping it in most cases, and I'm finally at a place in my (somewhat new) job that I can start scheduling time off for the things I really want to do, which is doing wonders for my outlook. Life is good. I'm digging it. Of course my housekeeping of late has left much to be desired. I was asked last night, did you dust? To which I had to reply, No, darling; YOU moved that dust around while doodling the last time you were here! To which a hearty chuckle was shared. I've had the same three Netflix discs on my mantle for a month now -- unwatched, unmoved.
Am I complaining? Hell no.
And the best part is: There's no end to it in sight.
