Happy Saturday! I wish it was brighter out. Unfortunately, it's quite cold and dreary. This morning, I woke up at 8 (an hour later than I'd wanted) and had some ultra dark French Roast (that I freshly grinded at Trader Joe's last night!) and chatted on the phone with Stefi about dreams. I had a weird one last night.
I was considering a trip to the gym this morning, which is why I set my alarm for 7, but I worked myself really hard Tuesday-Friday and felt like my body would benefit more from a break than a run. Fridays are tough because I teach three classes and do 30-60 minutes of my own workout. Makes me tired!
I am really looking forward to this evening. I'm going to Julia's to watch Twilight with her and her sister, Kyla. Julia's never seen it! It will be fun. Speaking of movies, and movies that are about to come out, I am getting a little concerned for SATC2. I haven't heard much hype about it, and I just don't know if it's going to be very good. I mean, I've seen trailers where the girls are riding a camel through the desert. What is that all about? I haven't even decided if I'm going to waste $11 on going to see it. Maybe I will just wait to see if it comes to the Mission or Laurelhurst.
I'm so sick of rain. I wish I was in Virginia with Keith. I am starting to miss him. The first few days have been nice, but now I am starting to get lonely. He will be home on Tuesday night.
There are some people whose energy levels I just don't know how to handle. A woman came into my store earlier and was really high strung. She would ask me a question, and before I could spit out an answer she was on to something else. She also spoke really fast. Calm down, honey. I can't understand you! Also, I had these two couples (European, I think) who couldn't do anything but bitch about things being made in China. I can't even begin to tell you how irritating it is to hear that over and over. Blah Blah Blah. In one ear and out the other.
I am dreaming of Ben & Jerry's at Julia's tonight. Can. Not. Wait.
xoxo-
T
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