Yesterday was what I like to call an "off" day.
I started to question my sanity a little...because right now my inhibitions are quite low. No, I am not flashing my boobs out the car window or anything, nor did I apply to become an exotic dancer. I have just not cared a whole lot about following proper ettiquette and rules.
Today is much better. Partially, because I have big plans tonight. Dinner at Panera Bread (which largely hinges on carbs and cheese)followed by a snuggly movie watching experience with CANDY, to the drive in to watch the new Pirates of the Caribbean and Thor. Now, Thor doesn't really appeal to me. BUT...I saw an interview with the dude who plays him with his hair a respectable length, and he was pretty hot, so I think I can ignore the plot and the long hair and focus on what is important here...HIS ABS.
Now, Johnny Depp is a whole other story. I have never been attracted to Johnny Depp other than when he plays Jack Sparrow. Tell me why I am so attracted to a dirty, nasty, sexy, naughty pirate? I have no idea. But I am. The whole thing really "works" for me.
I love going to the drive in too. Makes me think about being a teenager and going on dates there. And movie theatres generally make me happy because they involve readily available food, that somehow, I don't mind paying exorbitant costs for.
I am pretty happy today. I feel slightly normal. Well, the normal that I am now. But I drank about 2 inches of coffee..so that is a start. I changed my work schedule, and eliminated more stress. And it has now been one month since my "No Good, Very Bad Day." One month, and I have survived. One month to make me feel happy for even 5 minutes. But it's progress.
My birthday is next week. Wednesday. I really wish I could have a margarita and mexican food with friends. But I don't really have many people around that are knocking down my door right now. Most people I am friends with here from my various jobs, I don't really see. And my close friends and family can't make it out to see me right now. It kind of sucks, because the last person I want to be with on my birthday is my husband.