Sunday

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.