Well all of my friends are busy, my boyfriend isn’t around, my roommate and mutual friend planned a weekend trip without even mentioning it to me, aaaand it’s Friday night. Feelin’ pretty good about myself.
Ughhh I’m not sleepy. Again. This is bullshit. I have two twelve-hour days ahead of me and apparently should have gone to bed at eight when my energy started flagging.
Fully predict that instead of working on our exhibit tomorrow bookending & I will be Tumbling/napping in the reading room.
Yup, this is pretty much what happened. Both of us very desperately wanted to be the free-spirited child in the furry boots who was chilling/eating under her parent’s table at the cafe this afternoon. Alas.
On the bright side I am already in my pajamas and watching HGTV.
Been in the self-confidence doldrums lately, so I’m getting gussied up and going to the Antiquarian Book Fair downtown for some thinking/browsing time. It’s true when they say that nobody else, no matter how sincere or complimentary, can solve these kinds of problems for you. Just going to have to keep trying to figure it out for myself, I suppose.
I’m a total stress monster today. Functionally living in two apartments on opposite sides of the city means constantly packing bags and planning for weather, only having one pair of shoes for four days, etc. First world problem? IDEC right now, it’s a pain but there’s no way around it.
In better news the fella and I are going to see John Mulaney tonight so hopefully I will laugh my ass off and forget the fact that my purse is full of emergency socks and backup shirts.