Wallflower

Weekender

I'm still adjusting to the non-retail life and the concept of weekends. Sundays are kinda sad, huh? So much longing, so much unfulfilled promise. But Fridays are delicious! so here was my weekend. Friday night, an art show where my friend Caroline Butler had a painting. Fun, lots of food that I didn't eat which is totally unlike me. I was gripped with fear and anxiety about the next morning's run. Cali and Carolyn and I went to a newly gentrified neighborhood where a taco shop has become a Starbucks. What is more heavily laden with symbol than that?
Saturday morning: run. Marila and I were late and had to start the run with the next faster running group and believe me sister--they're FAST! And none of them have any body fat. The first mile or so of the run was up a big old hill and was a bit rough, but going down that hill about an hour later was pretty nice! It was not so bad, that run.
I went home and had a nice wee soak in my tub. Love my tub. Then Cali and Carolyn and I went thrifting, with disappointing results. Too bad.
I watched "Me and You and Everyone we know" which I mostly liked but I also felt super uncomfortable during a few scenes and really wished I was sharing the movie with an audience because was the stuff that I found funny really funny? It was that kind of movie.
I went to bed early and then woke up with huge anxiety and a headache at 2 in the morning and though about rearranging my apartment. Weird.
Sunday. Rearranged my apartment per my insomniac thoughts. Went to writing group. Now here I sit, avoiding tasks that must be done. It's 4:19. I wish I could hang on to this, and not let the week begin.

Notice:

Shrugs were never a good idea. And they still aren't, y'all.

laughing

I love pictures of people laughing.

Kinda feeling proud!

I ran 8 miles this morning, yo!
Whoop!

Just in love with the world lately

Sometimes people are so cute. Today I watched a kind of chubby guy, a teacher, running around a bit too eagerly, helping his students do something with measuring tapes on campus. His tape measure flew off his belt loop and he galloped to help someone and he looked up kind of sheepishly at me and said "Don't break the equipment!" It was a save, because I was just about to feel sorry for him and then I laughed and realized that he is dorkily A-OK. Sweetly dorky and able to laugh at himself. And that is awesome.