Do you ever feel that life starts to become 2 different things? For me lately, it’s been working and then waiting to work. I have just not been into going out at all lately and actually managed to stick to my claim on Friday that I wouldn’t be going out. I had to stop by a birthday party on Friday night, so I went to dinner and did that, but managed to get home and go to bed and fully realize how much I really don’t like going out anymore. I think the phase is OVER! yay. But I can’t just stay in every weekend, because my life will quickly spiral downward to the homebody, cat lady thing. I seriously spent the rest of the weekend eating, sleeping, watching TV, reading, eating and sleeping. I didn’t do it alone at least so that’s a plus. I can tell most of my own girlfriends have become equally disenchanted with the males in our age group. Actually most of them are older and still for whatever reason have nothing that important going on to the point that they can go out every single night of the week. I’m starting to get really turned off by that whole thing. Where is the life passion here other than getting black out every single night of the week. For me, blacking out means wearing all black to reflect my mood lately. (see photo). It poured the whole weekend-again fitting.
Of course, I used the only extra money I have to pay for a personal training session this weekend. I spent 100 dollars to not be able to move for the last 2 consecutive days. Is it sad that THAT act alone was the highlight of my weekend? I can’t move, but I feel so much better. Sometimes I just need my ass to be kicked to feel better. Sounds kinky and weird, but I really enjoy the feeling of complete exhaustion. It’s been 3 days and I still can’t move. This is the week I am going to do yoga and boxing and mix things up a bit. It’s time to make some changes. No more hanging out with drunk people all the time. I have that lingering feeling that I am going to start becoming a homebody again. I always go through these phases of wanting to be super social and then wanting to be a recluse and I see that side coming out. I’m starting to dislike letting people into my life. Time to take a break.
How am I still tired after getting 15 straight hours of sleep Saturday night and Sunday night? I guess you really can’t catch up on sleep like they say. I tried so hard to stay awake for the premieres of the shows I love the most, but I just couldn’t do it. I did manage to watch some Ryder Cup and then make it up for Dexter. All I really wanted was to catch the season 2 premier of Homeland, but 9pm was just too late for me. I think I am 60 years old. Dinner at 4 pm, bed by 9, no going out Saturday or Sunday except to buy batteries. sad. Of course the only batteries I don’t get are the kind you need for the damn smoke detector, which went off ALL night long.
