I slept in until about 10 today and felt totally and utterly unmotivated to shower and get my stuff together to drive to Michigan. So I heated up some Kashi frozen waffles for breakfast and was reading my e-mail when the Asshat called. He apologized for showing up buzzed, for driving in such a state and for falling asleep and not leaving so I had to toss him out. I asked him if he got a good night’s sleep and he said no, he did not. I tried not to giggle because that struck me as funny. He asked me to call him when I got back from Michigan. I’m sure that he mentioned Michigan about three times because last night he wasn’t comprehending that I was going to Michigan, due to the aforementioned drunken state.

I’m going to move cautiously with him, given our history. I did enjoy myself and I felt very comfortable with him. I realized that while we were watching the movie that I was actually relaxed. Like, I wasn’t holding tension in my body. That doesn’t happen for me easily.

Tonight is UFC night! My brother and I are going to the bar tonight to watch the matches. Yee haw. It’s all I have to cling to, with the Stanley Cup moving on without my Red Wings …

I found out my debit card had been canceled — the account had been “compromised” — and also got a certified letter from the IRS because my dumbass ex-husband did not pay the tax bill like he fucking said he would. Shocker. So that means a nasty VM for him tomorrow.

The new guy is supposed to call me again tonight since I freaked out last night. I need a name for him. Anyway, argh. Just argh. Then tomorrow I have this speed dating thing to get through, and then I still don’t know what Asshat and I are doing Friday. I’m not too too concerned but come on, the guy’s been trying to get me to go out with him for six damn months.

The Red Wings play again tonight. My confidence is shaken. I fear this is their last game of the season … sigh.

Edited to add: Ok, one down. Asshat called. We’re going to meet up Friday but we don’t know when … he’s going to the track and to the Kid Rock concert in the afternoon. So at least it will be something casual.

Update No. 2: Guy with kids just called me. According to my phone, we talked for 7 minutes, 53 seconds. Then he abruptly ended the conversation saying, “Well, I just wanted to give you a call. I’m going to get something to eat.” Oookay. Moving on …

That I let a phone call from the Asshat go to voice mail because I’m watching the hockey game???

Yeah, my priorities are pretty clear.

God, I am such a guy when it comes to watching hockey. These Indiana boys just don’t understand.

Anyway. I’ve seen that a few other people have done this quiz. I took it a long time ago and redid it tonight … same results. Consistency? SO not me.

How can you not love a fanbase who aren’t afraid of an octupus or two???

That’s my little happy clap after seeing that my Wings are advancing to the conference finals in the NHL playoffs!

I took a simply sleep last night but it didn’t do a damn thing, I still tossed and turned. At least the cats were happy to have me home. I woke up at one point and Reggie was sleeping, somehow, with his head on my pillow and his back to mine. I started laughing when I woke up, it was so cute. I wish I could take the cats to work with me and have them entertain me all day.

My dad e-mailed me about more condos he found for me. That makes me happy too.

I put my profile back up on Match (didn’t subscribe though) and who shows up in my first, oh, ten matches but Ryan. Always nice to see the face of someone you’ve slept with on a personals site. Part of me thinks, why even bother if I’m planning to move in 6-12 months, but what the fuck. Maybe someone fun will come along. And I have to admit, when I saw Ryan’s little face on match.com last night, that I thought, ha, I’ve lost 23.2 lbs since you’ve seen me … and what have you been up to? Playing beer pong???

Enough of you have said “Fuck Scott!” that I’m starting to believe it. Now, of course, I’m kinda wishing I had, literally, but that is a minimal level of regret. These days I’d rather have self-respect. Ah, sweet progress …

I woke up this morning with a headache. That’s never a good sign. The headache itself probably would have woken me up earlier were it not for the sleeping pill that I finally took last night to make the crying jag go away. Sigh. Anyway I got up, took some Excedrin Migraine then went back to bed for some fitful sleep. Didn’t work. Didn’t feel crappy enanough to stay home either. Later in the morning, I took some Aleve. Then I drank a real Coke. The sugar and the caffeine finally helped but I was still pissy as all get out.

Then it hit me, why am I so grumpy about something that I have no control over? I was just making myself miserable. So I snuck out of the office (not unnoticed, as it turned out) and headed out into the sunshine. It was warm and bright and happy outside and my car just happened to steer itself to Dairy Queen. I got a vanilla cone — I limited myself to the small, thank you very much — then drove around, happy as a clam with my yummy ice cream cone. By the time I finished, I felt much better. I hit the treadmill after work — because of my weight loss I now have to walk five fucking minutes longer to go from 2 to 3 activity points on WW — and then came home and put on my comfy robe. S. just called to see if I want Chinese for dinner but I turned her down. I haven’t seen her all week but the calories aren’t worth it. We can socialize later.

But do you know what is worth the calories? Wine! Wine to go with my whine. I think I’ll pour a glass now. Yum!

Oh, and I almost forgot — the Wings won last night! Yay! This morning I had an e-mail from my dad that simply said, “I’ll be damned.” The Wings even pulled their goalie — my favorite maneuver, one that never seems to work but always causes me great delight — and scored! Then they tied it up in OT. I really thought Saturday’s game would be their last of the season. Now I’ll be a wreck next week because I won’t be able to watch game six OR seven!

I generally get irritated with the men in my life when they are pissy after a sporting event does not go their way. Ironically, I was tres pissy myself, but the Wings just took the lead with 1:24 left in regulation. I groan, I stomp my feet, I cuss, I clap (and usually scare the cats), I sit on the edge of my seat, I jump up and down, I yell … it would be fair to say that while watching hockey, esp. play-off hockey, I am generally the most un-self-conscious that I ever am! Damn, that was a hell of a game. I was ready to count the Wings out.

I am trying not to be pissy over the Scott situation, but you know me, of course I am, although the Wings win improved my mood a bit. I took a couple of quizzes yesterday on this web site, and not one but two quizzes drew special attention to my low scores in “intimacy.” They said I’m not ready for a long-term commitment. I was discussing this with a friend last night and pointed out that if you don’t grow up with a model of healthy relationship, you’re fucked. I mean, how do you learn? I feel like I’m just stumbling my way through, picking up things here and there that I really should have learned years ago. Ironically, last night I got an e-mail from a guy I had been talking to a few months ago. We were going to go out but it just never worked out. He invited me out for drinks. I probably would have gone, were it not for the dental issues and for me being in sweats, not wearing any make-up and having messy hair. Because that’s what I do. I find a distraction at the first hint of trouble. I could read, I could cross-stitch, I could watch a movie … but nope, I find a man. Sigh.

To be honest, no other man interests me right now but Scott, which is why I am really really hoping he is just sitting at home watching the NFL draft and doing his online course for work. But I’d feel a hell of a lot better if I knew that for sure. Of course, I could call him … but he hasn’t responded to the two e-mails I sent yesterday, one a new message, the other a response to one of his messages, so yeah, not gonna call … but I will look up how long after this dental work I need to avoid alcohol, b/c I could really use a margarita or three right about now …

The Blogger’s Choice Awards are pissing me off. I’ve tried twice to register so I can vote but haven’t received a confirmation e-mail either time … and without the confirmation e-mail, I can’t complete the registration. There’s also no link to resend the confirmation code. Nice.

Oh God, Mr. Last Night just e-mailed me again. I need to crawl into a cave to avoid my destructive impulses! Left to my own devices, I’m a disaster.

I’m watching game 5 of the Red Wings-Flames series (that’s hockey for those of you not in the know) and the Wings scored on a penalty shot. I can’t think of the last time I saw a penalty shot. So I e-mailed my dad about it (he’s not one for unscheduled phone calls, he’d just hand me off to my mother during a playoff game) and I typed the following sentence:

“I hope the Wings game is over by the time I have to leave for the baseball game, or I’m going to be grumpy.”

WTF is happening to me? Softball game a few days ago, baseball tonight, playoff hockey now, I Tivo’d the UFC match tonight … I think the new vitamins I bought have extra testosterone …

By the way, I’m so excited … I’m going to be Mr. Fab’s co-host on his radio show on the second Sunday in June. Much pimpage to come … especially because at that point, it will be just a few weeks until my SECOND blogaversary spectacular!

for so long? I mean, Ultimate Fighting has everything I like in my sports — action, scantily clad men, the ever-present threat of violence. My brother and I were at the bar for about 3 hours tonight and it flew by. One match was so awful that it had to have been thrown, but the others were awesome. The title fight was over in about a minute but the TKO was so spectacular, it didn’t matter. It’s on again in 2 weeks. I’m hooked!

I called Scott today and we talked for almost an hour; we’re going out again on Wednesday. (I’m going over to his place, but it’s a work night so I definitely won’t be there until 3 a.m.) Then he called me tonight while I was on my way to the bar to tell me that MSU won the NCAA hockey tournament. It was funny when my phone rang; I was like, who the hell is calling me at 10 p.m. on a Saturday?!?!? Yeah, that about sums up my life. Oh, here’s a fun fact, he has two guns. I was like, what the fuck is that all about? He claims to not be that political but I’m guessing we’re on opposite sides of the aisle. Oh, and he also made a snarky remark about a coworker of his being 32. I don’t think he realized, or maybe he forgot, that I’m 32. Jackass. He won’t be 29 until September.

And now it’s 1:44 a.m. and I’m jacked up on the caffeine in the two rum and diet cokes I drank. Sigh. I guess it’s lame enough to order the drink with diet coke, I really couldn’t ask for caffeine-free diet, could I?!!

Oh my Dad broke the internet tonight. Gah. He’s gone through about 3 routers this week and it took him like an hour to get the latest set up. Double gah. Anyway he was in my “room” — my former bedroom/now room where the futon is kept, plus the computer equipment — for so long that I didn’t get a chance to do my Easter video. Ah well. Perhaps I’ll have a “best of 75% off Easter candy” video in a few days …

Spartans made it through the first round. Anyone else fill out a bracket?