Today was the Indy 500 parade; the route ended one block over and two blocks down from my building. I had every intention of walking over there to see what I could see but, instead, was in the middle of my marketing plan project for school. UGH. This thing is a bitch. Thank God week 5 of 8 starts Monday … I am slowly but surely getting through this and the never-ending group project! And tonight … I have a Red Wings game to look forward to — it’s game 1 of the Stanley Cup finals! Wheeeeeee!
Tonight I need to make my grocery list for this liver-reduction diet I’m going to be starting. But tonight I’m going to eat up some frozen chicken fried rice (stfu, it’s good!).
FINALLY! A three-day weekend! WHEEEEEEEEEE! Today actually went pretty quickly, mainly because I slept my ass in and got to work at, oh, 8:45 a.m. I still got a great parking spot — apparently half of the employees took today off. Bastards!
My co-worker S and I went out at lunch so I could get my prenatal vitamin prescription filled (LOL that still cracks me up) and we ate salads at the grocery store. I have been to this grocery store a dozen times and never realized they had a little cafe area. The salad was a bit pricey — $4.99/lb. — but good.
About 3:15, the big boss came over and told me to get up. I thought he wanted me to go to a meeting and was like, what the hell? But no, he was telling me to leave. I thanked him, shut down my laptop and got the hell out of there! I was home a little after 4 and really haven’t done much since … I read for a while but otherwise have been parked in front of the tv, as usual. Wheeee!
I was able to sleep in this morning since I was going to the doctor’s, but I still managed to hit snooze about a zillion times so that when I finally got out of bed, it was 20 minutes before I had to leave. Ugh. I was insanely tired all day; in fact, I felt like I could have fallen asleep at my desk this afternoon.
The nutrition class was interesting … although I discovered that I have gained 5.7 lbs from my initial consult. Ugh. That’s 5.7 lbs I need to lose ASAP. Double ugh. But, my mindset has somewhat changed. When I first decided to have this surgery, I wanted to eat anything and everything that I wouldn’t be able to eat afterwards. Now, I’m just like, eh, whatever. Don’t get me wrong, there’s definitely room for improvement in my diet … now it’s just time to get cracking.
I worked out again with the trainer tonight. I was a hot mess. I was just dragging … and I was holding my breath (a bad habit I have), something that I haven’t done in quite a while. I was worn out. We did talk about how much my balance has improved, something I noticed last week. I can do squats and lunges without wobbling or feeling like I am going to fall over. Well, for the most part. 
Miss Monique had a bizzay day … work was a whirlwind. It was one thing after another today. I finally scooted out about 5:15 p.m., none too soon, as far as I was concerned! At least there’s just two more days and then a three-day weekend …
There’s a special on PBS right now about depression. It’s been on for 17 minutes and I’ve already been teary-eyed once. I can relate all too well. My depression seems to be back, not as bad as it’s been at its worst, but still bad. I can have fun, I can laugh and mean it, but I feel empty. Not like me. It’s frustrating. Some days I can accept that depression is going to be part of my life, in some form or another, for the rest of my life, and other days I can barely stand to get out of bed.
Despite gas being $3.99/gallon, I may have to make a trip up to Michigan soon. Being with my family does me good. This weekend, Miss Lucy told me that I act like an only child … i.e. spoiled and self-centered like her and Miss Laci LOL. In my defense, I was an only child for 7 years. The extent to which I am protective of my brother, however, sometimes surprises me. As a child, I couldn’t wait to ditch him but now I’d beat down anyone who crossed him. And I’m sure that’s what my parents were dreaming of all those years ago when my brother and I fought like cats and dogs. LOL
I totally started this post hours ago, but I got caught up in the Red Wings game … and SQUEEEEEE! They’re going to the Stanley Cup finals!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My excitement would be greater if I had someone to share it with but … I. Will. Not. E-mail. The. Motherfucker!!!!!
This weekend done wore me out! After Miss Laci left today, I watched TV for a bit, napped for quite some time, then got my ass up to the office to meet with evil trainer girl for my make-up appointment, since I canceled last week (migraine). It was a HARD workout but I felt better once she mentioned she had increased the intensity. Of course, the beyotch had me doing push-ups, although this time, we used the BOSU ball. Fantastic. I shocked both of us when, after the last rep, I said, “Wait, that was kind of wussy” and re-did it. LOL When I left the gym, I was sweaty, tired, gross and smelly but I felt great. Workouts like that are wonderful. But now I want ice cream. LOL
It’s way quiet at my apartment now. Miss Sodapop and her girls left this morning to go back to the Ville, then Miss Lucy, Miss Laci and I grabbed some Mexican for lunch. I was still feeling hungover from last night’s fun and ended up taking a long nap. We lazed about and grabbed some dinner, where — OMG! — the boys from Panic at the Disco were at the next table. Of course I had no frickin’ clue but Laci and Lucy were ready to lose their minds LOL. They’re at the concert now and I’m watching repeats of last season’s episodes of So You Think You Can Dance. Wheeee!
I am pooped. I’m getting too old to drink that much. It ruins most of my next day. Gah. I guess it’s just as well, since I won’t really be able to drink after my surgery. Speaking of, I have my first nutrition class this Thursday morning. Ought to be interesting, I hope. I need to start going to support-group meetings, too. There’s one this Wednesday so I’ll go to that.
I need a glass of water. I think I’m still dehydrated from all the booze last night!
Miss Lucy took this picture of my punkin’ … I added the caption.
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Scott’s reply email read, in part, as follows:
I sort of assumed you weren’t seeing anyone — or else you wouldn’t be here. So I assure you I wasn’t attempting to be roundabout regarding anything. Guess I was just confused in thinking that you were writing for a living or something. And you are indeed correct that I sent you something too.
Umm yeah. I do write for a living. Just not porn.
My reply:
I do write for a living, however, I write for financial-aid administrators, and that work is far from what I sent you. Forgive me for misinterpreting your remark; generally, writings about Return of Title IV Funds and sex are not referenced in the same paragraph.
Men are asses.
This morning I received an IM from MM, the first I’ve heard from him in over 3 weeks.
Good Morning, Sunshine! How you doing?
Are. You. Fucking. Serious????
Because it was work IM, I ignored his ass instead of letting forth a fury of multi-syllabic swear words. Then I saw him a few hours later when I went to the cafeteria to grab something for lunch; he was at the Atari machine that’s down there. (Un)fortunately, he was gone by the time I went to pay. I wanted to be able to laugh at him and say, “Dude, it’s been THREE WEEKS!” when he spoke to me.
Oh well.
In other news, last night I remembered a steamy story that Scott #1 wrote for me back in the day. Holy hell, I was ready to drive the six blocks to his apartment after reading it. He must have had the same thought, because this morning I had an email from him that ended with, “For whom are you writing these days? I recall that you sent me a work of fiction once.” In my reply, I reminded him of the story he wrote me (which I had to read again on my phone, for good measure LOL) and told him that if his question was a roundabout way of asking if I were seeing anyone, the answer was “no.”
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