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.  :)