I’m tired of writing about my mood swings, but even my shrink thinks this blog is a good idea for me to keep track of myself.
Anyway, I’ve had an awesome weekend. My cold did end up getting worse but my partner in crime (the girl I hosted the party with) wouldn’t let me off the hook all too easily (which I’m glad for) and the party took place anyway. It became a wonderful mix of people and our “dream sheet” where everyone was to write their dreams became real interesting. Found out some things about some people that surprised me, and I realized how interesting everyone really are, if one can just inte their brains! Wish I could frame it.
Everybody got some cheat notes that they had to use when talking to people which I loved. It gave me a good reason to mingel and I know at least one who usually finds it hard to initiate a conversation who found them really useful! I stuck to whiskey the whole evening and my cold was actually close to gone by the time I went to bed. Got to love whiskey!
I held a pleasant tipsiness the whole evening which was perfect which (hopefully) ensured a pleasant Maina throughout the party and without a hangover the next day. Lovely!
I’m such a after-party-cleaner so I usually wake up to a nice clean apartment which is wonderful (especially considering the thorough cleaning jobb I usually do before the party). The Bear has found a wonderful café to have breakfast in which he took me to also (perfect way of laying back after having a party) and I really want to try and make a little tradition of having breakfast there every saturday with/without friends!
We went to a little walk to get him some jeans and I, as usual when going shopping with him, wished I could use him as my sugardaddy.
We came home and enjoyed an all around relaxed evening with movies and eachothers company. I missed the salsa outing some friends were having because I had to get up so early for work today but that’s ok. Next time!
The only thing worrying me a little bit right now is all the stuff going on this coming week. All of them equally important and all of it together making my chest crunch from the stress. But atleast I know that, atleast when I’m not being depressive, that I can handle it if I make an effort, and if I do, I usually come out of it feeling 10 feet tall and unbeatable.
…I just need to make sure to rest properly afterwards. Especially after a week like this up coming one where my limit and comfortzone will be tested to its limits!
Anyway, I’m so hungry my brains turning fuzzy so it feels like I’m having a hard timewriting coherently. (one more hour of work!)
Sweet kisses to all!