Dear Diary
March 3, 2008
Having been exposed to a number of blogs in my time, I’d definitely classify my own as a “Dear Diary” sort of blog. What’s kind of sad about the whole thing, though, is that my diary is less of a place where I can write down my thoughts and feelings to express myself, but rather, a record of what I do with my life…seemingly for my own benefit and whoever else comes across it. I can’t count the number of times I’ve dub through posts in my blog to figure out what I was doing on a certain day or at a certain time in my life because I just don’t remember. Wow. Juvenile Alzheimer’s, indeed. I read people’s blogs all the time where they delve into life, liberty, and the pursuit of relationships, but man, I just can’t bring myself to broadcast that sort of stuff. Hell, I don’t even talk about that stuff with my family. Thanksgiving two years ago after I’d been seeing Hanne for only a few weeks, I made it perfectly clear to my family that the girl who was joining us for dinner was not my girlfriend. I said not because it was true (it was arguable, we’d been seeing each other only for a month), but mostly because I just didn’t want to face the inevitable inquisition about my relationship with her.
Phew, dodged that bullet. Good thing I’ll never have to talk about any of that.
Speaking of Hanne, I managed to squeeze a week’s worth of cleaning into an afternoon yesterday and had the apartment pretty clean for Hanne’s return yesterday evening. I even made sure there were clean sheets on the bed since I knew she’d be really tired, and nothing is worse than being really tired and not being able to sleep for one reason or another.
It’s nice having her back, but I got one final taste of my independence when she went to be around 8, and I stayed up to watch a couple more episodes of “The X-Files.”
This past weekend was relatively sane. Saturday I got up and grabbed a muffin and coffee for breakfast, and I’m not sure whether it was the weather or the coffee that energized me, but I ended up going for a long run in the Springwater Corridor. I haven’t been that far in ages, to tell the truth, and it felt very good. My legs were so tired after the run, I just sit on the couch the rest of the day and watched TV. Aw, who am I kidding–I was going to do that anyway, even if I hadn’t gone for a run. But at least then I had an excuse. I was so tired, in fact, when I went to my Dad’s house for dinner with him and my grandmother, I turned down beer before and during dinner because I knew it would go straight to my head. I had some when I got home, though, and I slept better than I have in months.
This is going to be an interesting week. On tap includes rock climbing, a Fark Party, running, cleaning, unpacking, drinks, and just general life in the middle lane. Sounds good to me.
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