the thin line between optimism and delusion…

Yesterday it seemed like a good idea to go to target and get a bunch of stuff for my apartment that I needed. I purchased a toaster oven, an ice shaver, an egg crate for my bed, and two new pillows for my bed. I still haven’t removed the toaster oven or the ice shaver from the back of my car, but I did fix my bed. I also did a great deal of laundry yesterday. So when I got in the bed last night, I had a new egg crate, new pillows and clean sheets. It was awesome. But when I woke up this morning at 9:45, I couldn’t convince myself to get out of bed. I was not tired. Even at the time, I was aware that I was not tired. I just didn’t want to get out of my great new bed. I’m telling you, this new pillow I got it amazing, I am pretty picky about pillows sometimes, and I haven’t found a pillow that I was infatuated with in years, but this pillow is just right. It is unbelievable how important good bed stuff is, and how you don’t realize how terrible your current bed stuff is until you get new good stuff. The only drawback is that if it is too good, you are never going to want to get out of bed.
I spent most of this weekend at my apartment by myself. No real reason why I did this, I mean, I went out friday and saturday night, but when I wasn’t out, like during the daylight, I was at my apartment by myself. Oh, and I did go to church on sunday, and of course target. I really had a great time though. I watched some terrible movies, truly terrible ones, but then I also watched some great ones. I think I did nothing this weekend because I know that from now on, there will be something to do every weekend. Next weekend when I wake up on Saturday morning hungover, I won’t be able to lay around and recover from the self induced flu. I will get out of bed, take a shower (hopefully), and get all dressed up for the FIRST FOOTBALL GAME!!! I am so excited. Libby is coming into town, which is awesome, cause I won’t have to call her on Saturday and tell her all about my friday night, because she will have been there and we can discuss it over the tailgate. And my parents are going to be in town, and my brother, and it is going to just be awesome!! Just the smell of bourbon and chicken figures, beer and bar-b-q; it gives me chills. CHILLS!!! (what am I going to wear????!!!)

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