Holy mother of god I’m hungover. I feel like I got run over by a mack truck…driven by my ex husband… which means he reversed back over me too. Jerk. But yes. The Almighty Sarah has fallen and has one hell of a hangover. This is what I get for varying from my Jack Daniels regime. So I am trying to rectify this situation with an iced coffee, which I don’t think is working, but I’m pretty sure I’m ODing on caffeine at this current moment in time.
Yesterday/Last night was full of awesome. First thing yesterday morning the Noodle and I ventured out and bought a bunch of flowers/plants for the yard. We spent the majority of the morning putting them in the ground (I still have two rose bushes to plant, as well as a tray of impatiens) and just generally hanging out outside. It was beautiful out too. I dropped her off at Tim’s house early so she could go to her first birthday party and came back home. I planted more flowers and enjoyed the weather all afternoon.
Eventually I ventured out to get a haircut. While I was there waiting, I started talking to the guy next to me about his motorcycle. I complained a bit because I had wanted to go riding because of the nice weather and he offered to take me for a spin and buy a few beers. After waiting an hour, I decided to say fuck the haircut and we just left. It was GLORIOUS minus the fact that I’d still rather be on a sport bike instead of a Harley, but it was still a wonderful ride/night ride. AND I didn’t get murdered and buried in the woods… which is always a bonus.
After that I was going to head to Pugs, which apparently is so predictable you can set your watch to it. A new friend of mine convinced me to go to a couple bars not in my comfort zone. You know what? I am so glad I did. I had a lot of fun even though I didn’t get much dancing in. I think I need to do that more often.
All in all though, it honestly was a perfect Saturday.
So guess what internet?! I got full time hours at my main job! I think I squealed loud enough to wake the dead when my boss told me. I am sooo excited, I start tomorrow. 8-5. You know what that means? (Besides the fact that I am finally working a normal job with normal hours that has nothing to do with sales or liquor) It means I was able to quit Vector. I now have my Sundays back!
All in all life is honestly going great. I feel such a… relief now… like a weight has lifted from my shoulders. Or maybe it’s that the veil of depression I had been living under finally lifted. Life is finally falling into place. I have a job, one that is stable and steady work. I am almost completely healthy thanks to Humira, my Crohns has been breaking through a little bit and I have an upper respiratory infection that is going on 3 weeks now, but I’ll take that any day over the Crohns pain. Finally. I don’t know. I guess I’m just loving life. :)