A day later, healing can begin. Mmph. Just wake me when my body has recovered from this weekend, please. Thank god for holidays.
Another day.
Hearts are swayed, cajoled, complimented. Sometimes revealed. Sometimes, they dance. Sometimes, they find each other and are happy the rest of their lives. Those are the lucky ones. Long live the lovers. I will remain content to attend their weddings and eat their food and partake at their open bar.
Bleah. Put in a twelve hour work day today. I didn’t care, so I went to Dave and Busters to play Pump It Up. I feel better. Much more tired, but better. Ran into an old friend from a long time ago. It seems like everyone’s getting married.
Now, I’m hungry. I’m tired–and I don’t know what to do first.
Looks like Thursdays are Pump It Up Thursdays at the Dave & Buster’s. Hope to see you there. Cut a rug. Show off your best moves.
Agh! Hunger pang. Must eat. . .
What a day. Have to be at work early early tomorrow. (Read: 6 AM) Which means an early, early start for me. Earlier than normal. Have forgotten to do everything I planned today, save for get a haircut and eat dinner. Which was actually pretty good. Both the haircut and the dinner. You pay for the head massage, really. Dinner consisted of Sedona White Corn Tortilla soup, Field Greens salad, and some Earl Grey tea. Yummy. Dinner was here. I highly recommend. Although I never eat the pizza anymore. It’s always soup, salad, or appetizers. If you’ve never been, it’s a nice restaurant. If you have been, I’ll go and eat appetizers with you.
Walked home today. From Rosslyn. Red Line was out suffering delays. It’s a good walk, but I’m beat.
I don’t know whether to be envious or scared, but Ashe has just finished FFX with a whopping eighty-five hours of gameplay under her belt. I’m uh, at twelve.
Most Wanted: Time to do all of these things that I want to.