Good morning, kittens.
Lessee ... not much to report. My life is falling into a boring little rut punctuated by an occasional party and random sex. Unfortunately, last night was not punctuated.
After a SuperFun day of work (mostly spent researching sample SOWs and exploring the inner working of our plumbing system with some water auditors), I had a relaxing evening on the sofa.
I made a tequila gimlet (3 oz tequila, juice of half a lemon, lime juice and honey, shaken over ice) to drink while I cooked dinner: pan-fried tofu with zucchini, corn, and cashews served over rice with quinoa. After dinner, I spent the evening chatting with friends online.
Then, my weekend "date" for the past two weekends (I really should come up with a nickname for him, since it seems he might become some sort of regular thing ... unless I totally pissed him off last night) hit me up and wanted me to Metro over to his place.
I said no ... the time was 9:30. He lives somewhere on the Blue Line. Half an hour before my bedtime is not an ideal time for me to hop on a bus and take two trains for a little sumthin'sumthin'. I was afraid I'd fall asleep and and be awakened at 3 in the morning in some train storage lot by a cleaning lady. Anyway, the guy didn't seem to pleased and he hasn't written back. I sent him another quick note saying that I wasn't totally opposed to the idea, but I needed more lead time.
Of course, I ended up not going to bed at 10PM because I decided to finish reading The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo ... and apparently I had more pages left than I thought. I didn't finish the book until 1130 or so.
This morning? Very. Tired. Who wants to buy me a coffee?
Have a great day! *smooches*