Much with the tired. I’m so sleepy I’m thinking about how I used to sometimes stay up writing so late on my computer in college that I would suddenly realize half the screen was full of ’s’ or ‘t’ or something repeated hundreds of times. Strangely, it was never ‘z’.
Which then reminds me of when I was young and dating this guy who was no good for me, Waldo. No, really, he changed his name to Waldo! But, that’s not the story. One night my parents were out of town and I was out babysitting and he broke in. I found him when I got home, asleep on the floor of my room with a pen in his hand and a sheet of paper with half a note written on it. I can’t remember what the note said, but he fell asleep in mid-word and there was a bumpy line running off the side of the page.
It’s funnier now that I look back on it. At the time I was just trying to get him to wake up and leave my house, there wasn’t much funny about him refusing to leave. It’s taken me years and years, but I think I’m finally learning to speak up more significantly for what I want. Sometimes–like at the Ball–I might get too big for my britches. Sometimes–like talking to Ex-Squared–I might be so interested in getting what I feel I need that I forget it might be nice (and even in my interest) to make the other person comfortable first.
Aside from the exhaustion, the weekend was fabulous. I didn’t do some things I thought I would do and I missed seeing some people I thought I would see, but I got a couple unexpected invitations which resulted in a something of a grounding feeling. It was more of that smaller groups thing I love so much. I still have glitter in my eyes, metaphorically and pysically!
Yay weekend. Thanks guys.