I’ve been debating over what to write lately – everything I think of seems to be either very mundane, or very whiney. I figure my readers don’t need to hear about either of those – but how about both!
I had a pretty quiet weekend. Friday evening was spent out with friends playing Carcassonne – Hunters & Gatherers (obscure board game with no URL, sorry). Saturday I slept in obscenely late (well into the afternoon) and went to bed before midnight. In the 9-10 hours I was awake, I managed to do next to nothing. Last week’s mystery illness made an encore appearance, so I stayed mostly drugged on the couch before I gave up and went back to bed. Today I got a few things done – ran some errands, went grocery shopping, ironed a pile of clothes that had been waiting for it a little too long.
I signed up for Weight Watchers e-tools online today, which (sadly) was the highlight of my weekend. I try not to talk about the whole diet thing on the blog, since I’m usually just innundated with people telling me “you’re not fat,” but it’s something I’ve been rather obsessed with lately, so the online toy is pretty cool.
I am in desperate need of a haircut/colour. I have an appointment for this coming Thursday, but in the meantime, it’s a sad, sad state of affairs on my head. T-minus 4 bad hair days left.
While I was lazing about on Saturday, I accidentally watched a romantic comedy. I say accidentally, because I popped in View From the Top expecting some sort of slapstick monstrosity – and instead was confronted with the mushy mug of Mark Ruffalo getting all sappy with Gwyneth Paltrow for 90 minutes.
I also found out within the past week or so that one couple friend of mine just got engaged, and a strong hint was dropped that another couple will likely be engaged in the very near future. Four years ago I was the girl who had the boyfriend when all her friends were single. Now I’m the only single girl with mostly coupled friends.
And I read Richard’s reference to a post about dating a variety of people, which served well to remind me that I haven’t bothered with any sort of dates since the beginning of December. Even getting into a situation where a date may be possible involves either pimping myself on Lavalife and/or Match.com – neither of which have yielded any sort of promising results in the past – or leaving the house and going out to meet people and do things with what is currently very bad hair.
I could go on, but I suppose you get the gist by now. I’m just feeling a little lonely. The urge has long since passed to run back to the ex, or anywhere else for that matter. I’d love it if I could just sit at home and wait for FedEx to deliver Mr. Wonderful to my doorstep, but I highly doubt that will happen.
Hopefully this is just a side-effect of the winter blues, and it’ll all blow over once the sun shines for a few more hours each day.