It is far too early for a Monday morning. I like sleep. I don’t actually have to be up for another hour. But I’m wide awake. This is not really okay with me, but since I’m not asleep I figured I’d post something. I actually have a lot to write about these days, it’s going to be a matter of finding the time (and in some cases the courage) to write about the things trying to get out of my brain. This weekend was weird. I need to qualify that statement quickly, before the four other bloggers that I spent a lovely evening with on Saturday take that the wrong way.
Friday night was planned to be a movie night with Keegan (PK), Ida, and Sarah. It turned into an intervention of sorts, with the three of them being more than a little bit concerned about some things going on in my life. I had already spent a good part of Friday in tears, so this little “surprise” of theirs didn’t help matters much. I may say more about that, but that’ll take courage that I don’t have right now. The good news is that this little stunt of theirs forced me to talk about things that were going on, and I was actually able to sleep that night, and to enjoy the rest of the weekend.
Saturday was a lazy morning, then errands, then a fun party at Jules’ house, in honor of Brad and his wife coming out to SF for the weekend. More on that later.
Then yesterday was supposed to be a sewing day at Ida’s. It took me forever to get up and get going, after not getting home from the party until around 2 am. Lucky me I got to spend the entire morning turning off comments on the old blog because it has been getting hit with spam right and left (thank God for MT blacklist) but it got really hot up in my bedroom and I had to get out of here. I was on my way to Ida’s when my phone rang- it was my friend Eve inviting me to go to the theater. Which meant I had to go back home and grab clothes to wear. Then I finally got to Ida’s where it was way too hot to iron, but I ironed anyway, doing one piece of fabric, sitting down and cooling off, then doing another, then sitting, lather, rinse, repeat.
The show was The Good Body, which is by the same woman who did the Vagina Monologues. It was about the struggles women of all cultures have with body image and the need to fit some unrealistic image of the ideal. Quite a fitting subject for me right now. During the show, I was unsure how I felt about it, but I think I liked it, and after the show the five of us went to Max’s and had dessert.
And now that I’ve been wide awake for an hour and have to get up and start moving in 8 minutes, I could totally fall back asleep. Ugh. It’s Monday.