Good morning, kittens.
What a weekend, huh?
I don't think I can take another weekend like this one ... (for details, you'll just have to scroll down to previous posts, because I'm too lazy to provide links right now).
Yesterday, I met Steveandbobby for lunch in DC. We went to Luna Cafe. I had a breakfast burrito. It was yummy. Then, they drove me home. (yay!)
Later, we had a co-op Ice Cream Social to thank all the people who helped with yardwork this summer. Fun. Good turn out. Total Sugar Overload.
During the Social, Y called. He left NYC later than planned (big. surprise) and wouldn't be getting back until after 9. Did I want him to stop by or should he go home?
"What do you want to do," I asked.
"Whatever you want," he said.
"Just go home," I replied. "Maybe I'll see you tomorrow."
But, now, it's tomorrow, and I really don't want to see him.
Anyway, after the ice cream social, a couple of us ordered pizza (to counteract all the sugarygoodness consumed earlier). After they left, I goofed around on the computer a bit.
I felt myself starting to get a little panicky and creeped out, so I went to bed.
Today, I have to do some job-hunting.
I also need to go to the bank to figure out why my checking account was accessed a $6 "maintenance fee" when it's supposed to be a free checking account. I tried calling the toll free number, but got frustrated. The automated system didn't understand my Faye, the 65-year-old, chain-smoking Time-Life Operator voice, and every time I asked to speak to an associate, the system would hang up on me. GAH.
Oh. Joy. Oh. Rapture.