Sunday, Sunday

I’m talking a lot to the guy I met from the web, and things appear to be going well. Although I really do enjoy talking w/him I can’t help but feel that I am but one in a number of women he’s conversing with, mostly because he’s got such a charismatic and playful personality, and that puts doubts in me regarding his longterm intentions. But I know I’ve just got to squelch those feelings, not get too hopeful, and just be myself until this thing gets ridden out. Not to say that in a negative way because “riding this out” may lead to 2 kids and a minivan (shudder), or it could mean a wacky weekend in a hotel somewhere and not much more. I just need to try my best to be open to the future, and be prepared for either eventuality.

I've also discovered that my lower back pain is back with a vengence. On the one hand it's kinda cool that my body has this kind of internal shut-off which comes into play when I hit a certain weight. I'm not clear on what number that is b/c usually by the time stop caring enough to gain more weight, the LAST thing on my mind is weighing myself. But rest assured that I could not ever turn into one of those shut-ins that have to be cut from their homes b/c my back would not allow it. It's only been hurting for about 5 days now and I've already taken some action on addressing the issue. This morning I awoke at 9am so that I could use the walking track around the hospital, which is across the street from apt. complex. I really hope I can commit to the endeavor, which will take about 30-45 minutes a day. The only part that might throw me is Rootie, because I want to make sure that I take her out when I get home from work, but she expects me to stay home when I get there. If not, she howls, which probably won't go over so well w/the neighbors. Eh...she'll get used to it, I'm sure.

And I was able to recreate my bonfire bottle, which I had previously broken a while back. (I may have blogged about this last night, but I was drunk and don't remember.) In any event, it's looking fine and better than ever! I just hope I never break it again b/c goldschlager and apple juice is one disgusting way to spend an evening.

Tomorrow is the day, it'll be just me in the office. In one way I'm looking forward to it, but in other ways I'm nervous that it'll be stressful. Though this weekend did make a dent in my current stress levels, I really want to ride out this week before the shit really hits the fan next month. The scholarship deadline is December 1st; that'll be the beginning of the end for me in the next oh....4 months of heavily scrutinized, visible and highly political processes that I've been placed in charge of. Can hardly wait!