If there are any readers left out there, well, color me surprised. I haven't been too good with our communication recently, I know. Things just get crazy sometimes. I'm starting to accept that my life does not look like a Honda parked in the driveway of a 3 BR home with a backyard and a grill. I'm envious of those lives, but it's not mine right now. I've now embraced the fact that my life is work, work, gym, drink, drink, kiss, sleep, gym, work, drink drink drink. Not necessarily always in that order.
I've been out of town a lot lately, too. As a matter of fact, since March, I've only been in town one weekend that I was not working. This has resulted in me crashing pretty hard over the past few days - I feel like I can barely keep my eyes open after lunch, or after work, or after dinner. That didn't stop me from drinking 2 out of the past 3 nights, however. Aren't you proud?
This weekend is promising. I'm in town, no plans to do any work, my roomies will be gone, the weather will be nice. I should do spring cleaning, but I'll probably just watch a lot of the Food Network or sun myself in the grass. But mostly I will just sleep, and I will love it.