2008 June | SIMA

I had high hopes for today. It started with a wake-up call from J at 9:30am. We spoke for 20 minutes, and I only cried for about seven minutes total. Our conversation motivated me to get out of bed and start my day. I went into the office and began checking my email and reading various blogs, and before I knew it, it was nearly noon. So much for a productive morning.

I showered, dressed and planned to get out of the apartment to run some errands, but my good mood was starting to disapate. I curled up on the couch and watched “A Baby Story” and an episode of “Law & Order.” Around 3:00pm I forced myself up and out. I promised my friends I’d water their plants while they were out of town, and I couldn’t let my foul mood get in the way of my responsibilities. Afterwards I decided to stop at B&N to see if they had any interesting greeting cards to send to J. They didn’t, but while I was there I started to feel lightheaded, so I bought myself an iced green tea and a Rice Krispie Treat and read Psychology Today while I made myself eat.

I got back to the apartment around 5:45pm and decided to take a power nap before heading over to my friend’s house at 7pm for dinner and some Rock Band. When I woke up at 6:30pm, I felt groggy and sad, so I hit snooze a couple of times. Thank goodness my sister called at 7pm; I would have slept through my evening plans if she hadn’t.

The night turned out to be a lot of fun. We ate spaghetti and played the new Rock Band for Wii. Then I rode a motorcycle. Yes, you read that correctly. I rode on the back of a motorcycle. My friend’s husband rides, and he was going to take spin around the neighborhood with another one of our friends who just bought a scooter. When he invited me to ride with him, I first said no. But then I thought, what the hell? It might be good for me to do something out of my comfort zone. So I strapped on a helmet and held on tight for the 10 minute ride. Surprisingly, I wasn’t as scared as I thought I’d be. It was actually kind of enjoyable.

This could be me someday.

Maybe tomorrow I can cut back on my couch time a bit. We’ll see.

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