At work on Saturday night/Sunday morning I decided to take a short nap once all the work was done. I knew that if I were getting up around noon in order to meet Ryan that I could use all the sleep I could get. This proved to be a bad mistake. I slept for an hour at work and, upon getting home and into my own bed, remained wide awake. We’re talking tossing and turning, mumbling angrily, WIDE FREAKIN’ AWAKE.
I had called Ryan last night and left a voicemail about perhaps changing our plans because I had completely forgotten that this weekend was the book fair!!! How could I forget? I slept in yesterday and missed it, so I asked Ryan if he’d mind terribly if we did that instead. He called me back at 10:30 this morning and we discussed it briefly. We decided to postpone the date and perhaps just meet halfway at a coffeehouse or a bar next weekend. This sounded lovely to me (as I still hadn’t slept yet).
So I got to spend an afternoon sipping energy drinks and perusing book tables. I also feel like I got a one-up over my period which thought it would be spitefully clever by starting yesterday. I even pointed in the direction of my uterus and said, “HA!” I don’t think anyone’s ever been as happy as I was at the thought of postponing a date–I even did a little dance, I kid you not.
But wait! There’s more! I got to spend a couple hours with Warren!! She and John were visiting people in Indiana and were flying back home to Arizona via Chicago. So I went to the airport to hang out with them. I hadn’t seen either in a very long time. Warren and I established the last time was in 2004.
And now I am going to spend my one and only night off this week by: eating a turkey burger, watching the last two episodes of Showtime’s Huff (a really good show–Hank Azaria and Oliver Platt), and doing some laundry. Very nice.