Everything

I have become the film geek. The transformation is complete. I now chuckle at obscure film references that no one else gets or cares about. Man I need to get out more.

I decided that tomorrow is going to be the beginning of the end of the 10 pounds that found a home in my gut over the past month. And I chose a yoga class today so I'm going to try to go next week and see how it all turns out. I'm a little scared of yoga, because so many new age freaks and fitness addicts are involved in it. I just want to go and enjoy a class where I can quietly wake my body up without someone's heavy breathing or talk about chi or chakras interrupting my me time. I don't want to meditate and have a tea ceremony with a bunch of sweaty strangers in tights. I just want to sit in the back and do my thing and feel good about myself for doing something good for my body. But I'm going to start at home tomorrow. Wish me luck.

I have not worked in nearly 2 weeks. I am not bored. I am broke. Catch-22. All this time to myself and it still seems like there's not enough time for everything I want to get done. Does one ever do everything?

He is going to be busy for a while, so I won't see much of him. I know I will miss him. I've really gotten used to him being around a lot lately. And I liked it. I hope he did too. And I hope he will miss me while he's entertaining friends and relatives. That's all I want.