I have been wondering why I have been so exhausted the past two days, and then it dawned on me. It is because I worked 99 hours in two weeks. That is alot of work. I am mentally and physically exhausted right now. This weekend I am making a promise to myself to relax. I am scheduling a massage and a haircut tomorrow. I am taking care of myself….no ifs ands or buts about it.

On another note, my ex called me today. Luckily I didnt hear my phone ring so I didnt pick up. He left a message apologizing for not calling me on Friday (typical) and had about fifteen excuses as to why he did not call (again very typical). There should be no worries from anyone about whether or not I am going to get back with him. No worries.

It is only 8:15 and I feel like I am going to crash. ughhhhh……I need to get back into my routine of things like going to the gym three times a week and playing racquetball on Sundays. Although I think I might start playing touch football and/or dodgeball with the guy I play racquetball with. He asked me last week and it sounded like fun. We will see…as long as I dont hurt myself in the process it should be fun.

This morning I spent about an hour catching up on some blog reading. (First, I know. I should be working. And I should have been working long before my day started an hour ago. Secondly, I know that I have a crapload to do today and I swear I am going to hop to it as soon as I am done with this post.)

Anyway. I sat laughing at my computer screen over some of your entries. And then I came back and looked at my blog and thought, “Jesus, who sucked the fun out of me?”

Because all I have been talking about is stress this, stress that, and a whole bunch of work-related crap. And truth be told, with the exception of going out with Sheesha on Friday and Wonemonkey on Saturday, that is what my life has been.

I hope that once I get settled in the next few weeks I will have more interesting and fun things to tell you. I mean… with a move coming up… there is sure to be some hijinks, right?

That’s right. I am moving on up. Two a two bedroom apartment in Santa Rosa. Ironically, I didn’t take pictures of the kitchen, but it was HUGE. It was in an inconvenient spot in town, but Winemonkey and I think that we can find ways around the traffic. It has granite countertops in the kitchen and bathrooms. It had a large garage. The laundry was on the inside. And… it has a fireplace.

I am pretty excited. There were pros and cons to both places and to be honest they pretty much had the same tally. In the place we are taking there will be more time spent inside. The other place had a huge yard and a nice deck. But this place is way more modern and has double pane windows (a lot less of them)… Anyway… We aren’t moving until after April 1st. But after that, there will be pictures!

Now I just have to find movers. =)

Last week I had a dream that I kicked one of my students out for talking during my lecture and as he left, the rest of the class slowly got up and left. Then I had some dream last night that caused me to jump in my sleep and hit my head off the wall really hard. If it isn’t my class, it is terrible thoughts about moving. I want to move, but I don’t want to move. What if I can’t find another part time job? What if I am really strapped for money? What if I hate living with Winemonkey?

So today I am trying to figure out how I am going to get everything I need done before tomorrow night. That includes two different lectures for two different classes at the university, grading all of last week’s lab reports, setting up two experiments at school and having something to show my boss tomorrow during our meeting.

Maybe I should be freaking out, huh?

After seeing my ex a couple of weeks ago I felt a sense of closure from the whole relationship. Finally after over a year I had truly and permanently accepted it. Then Thursday happened. I got a text message on my phone from a number I did not recognize. The string of conversation went like this:

Caller: been seeing you around alot lately just wondered ho you are doing
Me: Who is this?
Caller: Somebody who owes you some amends and still cares about you alot and has done his best to give you your space over the past year or so.
Me: Things have been really great. Made alot of changes this year.

Then he asked if he could call me on Friday night. Of course he didn’t.

Now, what am I supposed to think about all this? I mean I know why he contacted me. It was because he wants to apologize and he wants me to accept the apology so that he can move on with his life. I am a little angered by all of this. What gives him the right to approach me on his terms? Does he not realize that for three years of my life I was pretty much a miserable wreck and it had alot to do with how unhealthy our relationship was? Does he not realize that I am a much better person without him and would rather not have any contact with him?

Everyone that I have told this progress of events to has been really worried that I will want to get back with him. I would have to say that without a doubt that is by far the last thing I would want to do. I realize how happy I am not being with him. I like who I am as a person now. I did not like who I was when I was with him. I have grown and evolved more in the past year after that experience than I have my whole life. I wouldn’t want to lose what I have gained. So for all those that are worried…have no fear……it will not happen.

Well. I don’t know if I should be thanking Symantec or cursing them. After three hours of technical support this morning, my computer final came back from the dead. In combination of finishing my work on time and having a good meeting wih my boss, my day ended on a good note.

So with that, I treated myself to dinner. Because who knows how much longer I will be living in this town right? As I sat at the bar of my favorite restaurant in town (Bistro 33, review to follow someday, when I venture into their dinner menu and beyond their appetizers, small plates, and sandwiches) I settled into a happy hour and a good book. Ninety minutes later the bartender was giving me dessert advice and watching me sink into a chocolate pate while laughing at Christopher Moore (Practical Demonkeeping). I can’t help it. I hate sitting at home alone most of the time. Apparently I hate it so much that I will sit at a bar of a restaurant for over an hour. eating, reading, and watching basketball.