I have been supremely busy.
Right now, at this moment, I am exhausted. I can't hold up my arms (but I can rest my palms on my laptop and type, clearly), and I'm resting my head on the back of the couch, lest is fall over... I can't stop yawning and I need a good, serious stretch.
Last week and the week before, I didn't come home after work once. I was enjoying seeing all of my friends and tending to some obligations.On the weekends, I've been booked solid and thanks to the brat next door, totally unable to sleep late.
One of the small highlights on my last couple weeks was when- due to some unfortunate events - I came home Sunday morning at 6:30 and fell into bed. It took me a little while to fall asleep but then I slept off and on til noon and then spent the remainder of the day on the couch, catching up on Tivo.
I love you, Tivo.
I'm not complaining, mind you. I love my friends and I love my life (most of the time) but it's time for some introspection. Maybe I'm afraid to be alone with myself? It has occurred to me...
Maybe I'm afraid if I say no to invitations, people will stop inviting me.
Whatever it is, it's definitely put me in a bit of a funk and I've gotta climb out of it. Who enjoys feeling this way? I certainly don't.
The happiest I've been in a long while was in Palm Springs with a few of my friends... Yeah, it's a little weird that I had to leave town to feel good. Escapism much? Yeah...
My birthday is Saturday and I'm celebrating with good food and copious amounts of alcohol. Perhaps with shopping. After that, a new year of my life begins and I say "BE GONE FUNK!"
I really did say that out loud just now. Thank God my roommate can sleep through anything.
