Weekends are too short
Monday, November 16th, 2009It’s been an AWESOME weekend. I got to attend a lovely wedding reception for a good friend, I got to hang out with Amanda in person for the first time in nearly a year, I got to go to a surprise birthday party for my aunt, I was surrounded by my cousins’ children, I caught up with said cousins, I wore a sparkly cardigan and high heels, I had great hair, I had some deep and meaningful conversations, I had some experiences that confirmed to me that I’m on the right road to wherever my destination is.
And now I can’t sleep. I NEED to sleep–it’s almost 1 AM and I have to be at work at 8 and I should work out for at least 20 minutes tomorrow–but it’s just not there. This happens every once in a while, usually when I have something heavy on my mind that I’m trying to either process or ignore until I can actually process it. hm. Maybe it’s a combination of worry over my car getting out of park (it is recalcitrant when it is cold) and trying vainly to process this weekend. Either way, I will probably have bizarre and slightly unpleasant dreams, the prospect of which isn’t exactly conducive to sleep either.
Also, I just realized that I haven’t filled out the juror qualification questionnaire I got in the mail last week. I should probably do that.
Something to keep in mind: A little disappointment never killed anyone. Life goes on.