Woke up again at around 12:30. Sigh. It felt soooo good though. I love sleeping in that late. I was pretty convinced the day was gonna suck, though — I didn’t have plans, didn’t feel like making plans, and I know that spending a day alone in my head is brutal for me.
I decided I’m going to do this move thing one room at a time. Today I packed up my master bath. Just as I was starting, my friend Andrew and Alicia called to see if they could come over and visit the temporary cats. I said of course — I was worried I would be home alone all day, so I was excited to have visitors. They hung out for about an hour, and Andrew managed to put together the top part of the cat tree. (Alicia and I had been unsuccessful with this, because we are girls and we don’t possess the gene that allows a person to erect structures). After they left, I pretty much finished up packing the master bath. Victory!
Then I watched some TV and did some work, and then got a text that a few people were meeting up in Queen Anne, and I joined them. I was really really glad I went. I’ll get into these funks where I feel like I’m such a lonely person and I’m not good with people, but then tonight I remembered how many awesome friends I have, how much I enjoy being around them, and how much they enjoy being around me.
I ducked out pretty early, because I usually spend Sunday nights writing for Evil Beet and Zelda Lily. I went up to the deck at my apartment to let Leo run around a bit, and there was a couple grilling up there who I’d never met before. We chatted for awhile and they were awesome, I just had so much fun talking to them. I was feeling really good about myself by the time I went downstairs.
When I got home I had a Facebook message from one of the guys I was hanging with in Queen Anne: “You disappeared! I had a question for you.” I emailed him back asking what the question was and he was like, “Um, well, I didn’t want to do this over email, but I’d like to take you to dinner if that’s something you’d be into.” Ummmmmm YES. I honestly can’t remember the last time a guy who actually knew me in real life (not on Match.com) actually asked me out on a real date. Honestly cannot remember. Could’ve been years. And the best part is that he’s really cute and smart and we have a lot in common and I’ve had a little crush on him since the first time I met him. So I was really excited! I wrote back to say of course I’d want to, and now I have a date for next week! Woot woot!
I love it when the days you expect to suck turn into the best days ever.
