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I have been sitting at my desk for the past couple hours, thinking about cookies.
Instead of thinking about cookies, I should be filing. There�s more paper on my desk right now than there ever has been before in the three years I�ve held this job.
I am so tired today that I feel ill.
The Boyfriend and I went to my uncle�s house yesterday for a family cookout. That part of my day was relaxing and fun.
Later, we stopped at his friend Kirk�s house to �watch the Boston fireworks.� This never happened. Instead, I watched the Boyfriend and his drunken friends stand on the beach and try not to light each other on fire as they lit off several hundred dollars� worth of home fireworks. That part of my day was stressful and not fun.
I woke up at 3:00 this morning in a panic with the realization that the check for the barn deposit and the signed contract were still in my bedroom. I was supposed to send it back on Monday and completely forgot about it until the middle of the night. Still not sure what made me remember. I�ve mailed it now, and called the site manager to make sure she wasn�t going to give away our date. We�re all set. The damage is done, though. I already lost the sleep.
My friend Mark and I walked to Sorento�s in the Fenway for lunch today--a good choice. I had chicken and fettuccine Florentine (chicken and fettuccine with mushrooms and spinach in a light cream sauce). I�m at a loss to describe how yummy my lunch was. The company was good, too. Mark is married to M, who works at the same company as the Boyfriend. There are a lot of weird similarities in our lives, which makes our friendship an easy one. He and M, I think, will end up being �couples friends� of the Boyfriend�s, and mine, which is good. Then, perhaps, we can spend fewer nights watching drunken boys light off fireworks.
I feel bad about my attitude toward last night. Well, I feel a little bad. He came out to my cousin�s house on Tuesday night and spent the night, then spent all day surrounded by my family, which I know isn�t always easy. We were at Kirk�s house for about two hours, and I was ready to leave ten minutes after we arrived.
It�s not that I don�t like the people who were there. Many of them have become my friends, too, over the past couple years. But last night, I was tired�STILL tired from the past couple weeks, compounded by �I�ve been in the sun all day� tired�and I knew I had to work today (he didn�t�he took the week off to paint the new condo), and I hate home fireworks. Especially when the people lighting them off are so drunk they can barely walk. Not my idea of fun.
And I�m sorry I made him feel like I didn�t want to be there, except that I didn�t want to be there. And he made that decision for both of us, and didn�t give me an opportunity to have a say in it, which I don�t think is really fair.
So I guess I don�t feel bad, truly, about what happened last night. I wasn�t angry with HIM, but I really just wanted to go home.
I am cranky-overtired. I need to stop typing and just go home and go to bed.
Hope the 4th treated you all well.
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