And then...
I had a pretty sweet day. I got to talk to my good friends today, and despite a shaky start, things went well.
I get so emotional when I'm tired. I was tired this morning, because I woke at 3:30AM, and had trouble getting back to sleep. When I did fall asleep, I had dreams about work, and about raiding everyones holiday treats. I dreamed that I was running from desk to desk, stuffing those little peanut butter cookie bars with the chocolate frosting (like from the school cafeteria) into my mouth as fast as I could. Damn dieting bullshit.
Anyway, not restful. And I sure do miss those peanut butter things. They kicked ass.
I got the interim boots I ordered today. I had to order boots to serve as my boots until the boots I ordered get shipped from the backorder, which won't be until the end of January or beginning of February. I hate having to wait for shit. The ones I got today are cheap and made of synthetic materials, so I'm still looking forward to the real deals to come.
Wes calls these little knee-high black stretch vinyl numbers "fuckme boots". They really aren't; they have a conservative two-inch heel. But, hey, whatever works. I'm still going to wear the shit out of them.
I got a call from my buddy in Chicago around 3:30 today. We talked for two hours, about totally random shit. He's good for that. I had forgotten how much I missed having him around. He's a great guy, and absolutely funny. Charming, even, in a quirky way. He's such a guyish guy. I told him that he was about two micrograms of testosterone away from a fur toga and a club.
He promised to call me again on Monday, and I look forward to it. I feel bad because he's really not enjoying his new job very much. I guess nobody speaks to one another, so he's not getting the interaction he needs. He's a very social guy. He's making the fat cash, so he's sticking with it. It's a shame, though. Those people don't know what they are missing.
I wish everyone in my life would make the kind of effort that he does to keep in touch with his friends. *ahem* You know who you are.
Wes and I went out for dinner. Not a shocker, I know. But it is one of the last times we will be able to do that, thanks to my crazy diet. It was good eats, but they put us in a booth right next to the fucking front door. I was cold. I have been cold all day, and as a result, my left nipple was KILLING. I was in agony all the way home, and I told Wes we might have to amputate.
Then, I could wear a patch, and have pirate boobs. Yarrr.
Thankfully, a warm apartment and a flannel shirt have cured me. I'm thinking I should look into getting a jacket.
Oh, wait. I already did that. I ordered a knee-length black leather jacket. And UPS has it here, in Phoenix--they have for two days--but they have not delivered it yet. Bastards.
And then, I checked my email and got a reminder for something I didn't even know. Apparently, the rip-off school I attend wants me to pay $513.75 out of pocket before my next class starts on 1/6. I don't know why that is, since I should have a surplus in my student loan. I'm thinking they fucked up, and I am going to have to pay for it. Not that it's a big deal. We can cover that. It's a matter of principle.
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