So as some of you know, I am not normally comfortable with ambiguity. Uncertainty and shades of grey are to me what a water pistol is to a cat: something to be avoided at all costs.
So the idea that I might throw out that Dymo and not label my relationship / friendship / time with A is nothing short of revolutionary (thank you, Jack -- your comment rang a bell in my whirling dervish of a brain). At the moment he is a good friend I can tease mercilessly (don't worry: he has a safe word) and who gives me lots of huge bear hugs, which I am discovering are lots of fun since he is strong enough to swing me completely up into the air.
Some of you may remember how you complimented me on how maturely I was handling my breakup with the Engineeer. Well it turns out that the congratulations were premature, because his dumping all my stuff with my doorman, and my mailing of his keys back to him (he of course was in such a hurry, while I was still out, that he didn't take the second bag which had his expensive house keys) triggered all sorts of emotions.
Yeah, my neck really, really hurts these days. Yup, I really need to learn how to relax (one day, I really WILL read that wiki).
On the bright side, I have scheduled a massage for myself Sunday night (woohoo!) and my Pearl of Wisdom will really be earning her keep this Friday, before I head out to a birthday dinner for my friend Jackie with our friend Marci.
My head is just whirling around so much these days that no matter what time I go to sleep -- 9 PM, midnight, 2 AM -- I find that I wake up before 6 AM (yes, me) and can't stop myself from chasing pirates, as Norah Jones so aptly sings. So yup, I've been awake for 2 hours now. GAH.
Well, at least I'm putting some of this nervous energy to use: I've started doing my morning exercises every day, and my bedroom floor now has enough space cleared off that this feasible. And taking long, WW points-filled walks. In fact, some mornings I eye the park from my window and think, "Hmmmm... I could squeeze one in before work." (Please, pick yourselves up off the floor after you've recovered consciousness.)
But yeah, too much going on in my head, and too angry at my ex (not to mention that work is just about wiping out the reserves of humor in all of the Gang of Five who are remaining -- 4 days away was not enough, but at least now I won't be arrested for going postal) so I hid my trial membership at Match.
Just not in the right frame of mind, not even for practice dates (not that I was getting anything except lameass winks from guys in Oregon [!!!] or e-mail from 58 year old men who live "a quick 2 and half hours away"). Nope, not ready.
But since it's just about 8 AM, it is time that I start getting ready for work, while listening to my new $5 download from Amazon of The Shanghai Restoration Project. I'd been wanting to get this CD for a while, and then it went on sale, so hey, procrastination pays! Score!
So the idea that I might throw out that Dymo and not label my relationship / friendship / time with A is nothing short of revolutionary (thank you, Jack -- your comment rang a bell in my whirling dervish of a brain). At the moment he is a good friend I can tease mercilessly (don't worry: he has a safe word) and who gives me lots of huge bear hugs, which I am discovering are lots of fun since he is strong enough to swing me completely up into the air.
Some of you may remember how you complimented me on how maturely I was handling my breakup with the Engineeer. Well it turns out that the congratulations were premature, because his dumping all my stuff with my doorman, and my mailing of his keys back to him (he of course was in such a hurry, while I was still out, that he didn't take the second bag which had his expensive house keys) triggered all sorts of emotions.
Yeah, my neck really, really hurts these days. Yup, I really need to learn how to relax (one day, I really WILL read that wiki).
On the bright side, I have scheduled a massage for myself Sunday night (woohoo!) and my Pearl of Wisdom will really be earning her keep this Friday, before I head out to a birthday dinner for my friend Jackie with our friend Marci.
My head is just whirling around so much these days that no matter what time I go to sleep -- 9 PM, midnight, 2 AM -- I find that I wake up before 6 AM (yes, me) and can't stop myself from chasing pirates, as Norah Jones so aptly sings. So yup, I've been awake for 2 hours now. GAH.
Well, at least I'm putting some of this nervous energy to use: I've started doing my morning exercises every day, and my bedroom floor now has enough space cleared off that this feasible. And taking long, WW points-filled walks. In fact, some mornings I eye the park from my window and think, "Hmmmm... I could squeeze one in before work." (Please, pick yourselves up off the floor after you've recovered consciousness.)
But yeah, too much going on in my head, and too angry at my ex (not to mention that work is just about wiping out the reserves of humor in all of the Gang of Five who are remaining -- 4 days away was not enough, but at least now I won't be arrested for going postal) so I hid my trial membership at Match.
Just not in the right frame of mind, not even for practice dates (not that I was getting anything except lameass winks from guys in Oregon [!!!] or e-mail from 58 year old men who live "a quick 2 and half hours away"). Nope, not ready.
But since it's just about 8 AM, it is time that I start getting ready for work, while listening to my new $5 download from Amazon of The Shanghai Restoration Project. I'd been wanting to get this CD for a while, and then it went on sale, so hey, procrastination pays! Score!
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