sunday funday

Last week was just awful, for many reasons, most not worth mentioning in detail. I hate that most of my recent entries gripe about work because I am not a whiny person who hates her job. I don't even like whining, I prefer to take action if something is bothering me, though I'm not above some eloquent bitching every so often. :) Point is, I am relatively young and this is my first true foray into a career, and I'm still learning how to decompress and determine the best outlet for my frustrations. The move is looming and incredibly stressful. I found out someone I am close to might have cancer, which is horrible. My allergies have been out of control lately but that seems so minor in comparison to life-threatening illness. Too bad perspective often comes from such uncomfortable sources.

On a brighter note, this weekend was actually highly productive. I had my car serviced Friday afternoon, which was LONG overdue. No more worrying it is going to break down due to lack of oil! Saturday I enjoyed a lovely breakfast with my boyfriend at our favorite little hole in the wall (which I am sad to be moving away from soon, we'll have to visit it for sure!). Then I treated us both to medium sized flavored espresso from my favorite coffee venue (he not being a regular caffienated beverage drinker was appalled at the price). After that we began packing and organizing and accomplished a lot. We had yummy bbq for dinner which was the perfect end to the perfect day. This morning I woke up early and caught up on some paperwork, then attended a 2 hour yoga class. The class SUCKED because the teacher was more into showing off her moves than actually imparting some technique on her students but I still consider it a character building experience. I wanted wheatgrass afterwards but the juice place runs a special on Sundays "buy one smoothie, get one free" and hogs who probably already ate breakfast (which a smoothie is supposed to substitute, duh) queue up to order peanutbutterchocolatemightaswellbeamilkshake concotions so I skipped it because I knew I'd kill someone after witnessing the one woman Cirque de Soliel tryout. I came home and applied my frenzied energy into grooming myself. I did a mean mani-pedi if I do say so myself. I still rely on the pros but I like to maintain in between appointments. I'm about to go lay down and take a nap. If I can't fall asleep, I have new things to read, courtesy of my dad and Hearst publications. Whee!