How is everyone's weekend?
I spent the week looking forward to my weekend but I'm afraid it's not at all going according to plan. I guess that's not so bad because ultimately, I was (am) able to spend the whole weekend being lazy, if not asleep...
Anyway, Thursday night I was at a wrap party for the CBS reality show "Big Brother" (at left: me and my friend Matthew in the BB Diary Room) and it was FANTASTIC! God, I've been such a social hermit lately and it felt good to be OUT and dressed up a little, dancing and seeing friends I've not seen in a while. I indulged in the buffet-- actually, I didn't eat anything particularly bad for me except I did have some pasta and a couple beers. Luckily, I kept getting distracted before I could remember to check out the ice cream sundae station or the s'mores. I did bite into a churro but it was stale... Am I rambling? ...But the dancing was great fun and probably good exercise. I was really just elated to be out. I stayed out til 3am.
So it was no surprise that I was a zombie on Friday at the office. Man, my body HURT. I did CPR training at the office on Thursday - I was on my knees, bent over a mannequin all day there (insert dirty joke here) and then dancing Thursday night... On Friday, my legs felt like jello. I could barely cross the street to get into my dad's car when he picked me up to go to lunch.
I don't know... is it my weight? A little, of course. But I am just SO out of shape. I'm a walking puzzle- overweight, in great health, and out of shape. {sigh}
So I cancelled my Friday night plans knowing that I'd be miserable anywhere else but in bed and went to bed early instead. It was a little depressing but I was too tired to care that much about it. Of course, this also had me up early on Saturday, which annoyed me.
By this afternoon, my still achy body needed to sleep again but that got put off when my parents called. I'll spare you the details but our friendly chat turned into a fight. To be honest and fair, it was not their fault. I was crabby and feeling a little gloomy so I snapped at something my mom said. She handed the phone off to my dad and he gave me an earful. I tried to apologize and they eventually accepted. But by the time I got off the phone, I was REALLY in need of a lay-down. I passed out.
And that pretty much brings us current. I was supposed to meet a friend at 8 to go out but didn't wake up til about 7:45. Christ! So, groggy, I called him and apologized, cancelled MORE of my weekend plans and have spent another night in front of the TV.
I bet you're all jubilant after reading this delightful recounting of my weekend activities...
C'est la vie, oui?
