Insignificant updates on the monotony of single life

I'm tired.

Baby's mother made me pink and white slippers and, for the first time in days, my toes are warm!

The W chapter is closed. I finally got my book back this afternoon.

The wedding might be off. I'm indifferent and that makes me a terrible person.

I bought shoes. Instead of tires. That makes me an irresponsible person.

Pilates class has been moved to 6 pm. Which will make it that much harder to get to class every week.

I might actually be too tired to stay up past midnight to watch the season premiere of Chuck. That makes me lame. And old. And decrepit.

Pour que tu m'aimes encore

I have a new favourite Celine Dion song! The concert was awesome. I danced and laughed and even cried. We went for dinner at the Loose Moose on Front Street before and the three martinis helped my mood a great deal. I only wish I hadn't spent half the night standing in the rain waiting for Baby and Delorean to get their car out of the Roy Thompson Hall parking lot and then walking halfway home in the rain because traffic was so damn bad. It didn't help that I left my umbrella in their car. Sigh. But nothing can ruin my mood tonight. Not even Minnesota guy hitting on me but not asking for my number. Seriously, you would think that the third time a girl returned to the bar for a drink he would have asked instead of saying "well if Celine Dion doesn't work out we'll be here". Granted, I probably should have lied when he asked which concert I was going to! I enjoyed talking to him about the restaurant business. We even ended up leaving the restaurant at the same time and both turned around and looked at each other as we walked away from each other down the sidewalk. If only...

I also have a Wiggles update. After leaving him a voice mail on Thursday afternoon reminding him to please return my book, he sent me an email this morning letting me know that he had unintentionally deleted my email containing my address. My bitchy response to him went something along the lines of "Wow, Wiggles, serious case of premature deletion hey? I wouldn't expect that to be a problem at your age."

Oh yes, I also had mind-blowing sex with Grey last night. And I stayed over because I was ridiculously high and parked at the dark and scary outside parking lot. He's at a wedding in London tonight. At one point when I was on top (not that that's relevant at all) I fantasized about him and a peachy, pouffy bridesmaid in the coat room. It's probably a good thing I didn't drive home last night!

Oh God. When I first started boxing back in 2002, I'm pretty sure I remember thinking I was going to die. Or puke. Or both. It turns out going back to that sport 6 years later was a bad idea. Everything hurts, including my head. I'm exhausted and, if I don't sleep tonight, I will be a wreck tomorrow. I'm considering drugs tonight. Of the ibuprofen variety. I really hope I can move in the morning. I don't think I'm going back. If I'm thinking of going back next week, somebody physically restrain me. I'm begging.

It didn't work. I tossed and turned and thrashed and moaned and it was not a pleasant night for anyone. I'm exhausted but I'm going to yoga in an hour. Hopefully that will make me feel better. I'm not sure that I'm up to boxing tonight. Perhaps I am trying to do too much...

Ouch

I went to the gym this evening. Not because I want to be a skinny girl who has straight legs, a concave stomach and can fit into a size 4 dress (because, let's face it, girls who wear 0 and 2 have no boobs and I like my boobs. They're actually very nice boobs, and significantly larger than they appear to be when I'm wearing clothes. I digress). The reason I went to the gym tonight is because I went to sleep at 4 something am yesterday. It was definitely after 4.11 am because that was the time of my last facebook status update. And I know that I didn't fall asleep right away because I remember thinking "why I am lying in bed awake?" And then I didn't sleep through the night because I remember being awake at various points. Although that might have been the night before. I went to the gym because I need to sleep. I need to sleep now and I would like to get at least 8 hours and wake up before noon. I have a lot of work to do, some of which involves a client deadline. Granted said deadline is not until next Wednesday but I want to not work this weekend. It is now 1.07 am and I would like to go to sleep now. So I am going to attempt that. Because, if I don't fall asleep very soon, all I will be left with after a very intense trip to cardio camp class will be sore hips, sore knees, sore ankles and sore feet but no size 4 body. Possibly sore abs and shoulders in 24 hours but those are okay because they're good sore not achy like I'm eleventy years old and my joints are breaking down and I need some Advil or Aleve or glucosamine chondroitin. It bodes well for me that the pain is making me incoherent. Maybe it will make me sleep too.

Mother of God life is an ironic bitch! Less than 9 minutes after posting this and my leg is asleep! Am I asleep? NO! But my leg?! Asleep!! Crap.