This week has been a good week. I got my papers back, and they had very encouraging comments on them; next time I write I think I will be a lot more confident and not be so likely to be paralyzed by my fear of failure and my newly discovered perfectionism.
The new job is coming along well. I am settled into my desk and into a project that, while it is not all that stimulating intellectually, allows me to listen to my music and look out the window at passers-by.
I went out on Friday night, for the first time in weeks. I talked to loud, laughed too much, smoked a few cigarettes and just generally had a good time with people that I love. A friend of mine took me out to dinner, bought me micro-brewed beer and then sent me to our favorite bar with his credit card to open a tab, thus guaranteeing that he would come hang out later. He eventually showed up, with a drunk friend and his underage cousin and we proceeded to get exceedingly drunk. (Did I mention that my “date” for the night was my soon-to-be ex-brother-in-law? So I guess he came with his drunk friend and my cousin-in-law.) Then he left with one of my friends, to walk home eating leftover Greek food and decide whether they want to be together. I went home with the drunk friend, already giving him shit about him doing the walk of shame the next morning. He insisted that he was a stay-for-breakfaster. He wasn’t. I woke up, naked and alone, and laughed when I did the search for the obligatory note and it wasn’t there. He obviously wasn’t lying about the fact that he doesn’t do this often. And oh man, is it going to be funny when we see each other again, so much funnier than it was after the time that I bailed him out of jail.
The next morning, I talked to a few of my friends that I had been out with the night before and we decided to go to breakfast at Jumbo’s, which is one of my favorite breakfast spots from my pre-vegan days. I got the hash browns, which were excellent, and the waffle which probably had an egg in it, but I was operating under the don’t ask, don’t tell policy necessitated by my hangover, which was not insignificant. At the restaurant I was informed that there was a mini-dreadlock in the back of my hair that I had neglected to deal with. It embarrassed my companions more than it embarrassed me. We drove through some pleasant country towns and talked and laughed and I remembered why I love these girls.
Life seems to be getting good again, and I am naturally searching for a reason. It comes down to one or all of the following things: the eclipse/earthquake combination fundamentally changed the energy surrounding my life, it is almost spring and thus my SAD is calming down, my prozac is finally working or I finally made a good decision and I feel like I am actually going somewhere.
Oh, and I joined a band. We are going to dress in costume and play original music and I am on vocals and the kick drum/hand cymbals! We are going to wear masks! It’s already awesome and it hasn’t even happened yet!