Ok. I have a plan. Boy do I have a plan. The village that it takes will help pack tomorrow, and Friday nights. I will call the movers tomorrow and schedule them for Saturday around noonish. They will come, load all the crap, load the furniture and the piano and haul it out to the Frontier. Done. Bada Bing. This is making me happy. I feel good.
One of my guy friends from the bar came in to get his hair cut today, and I know it KILLS him to pay 23 bucks for a haircut, so that made me feel good. When he left, though, I had a huge pity party for myself. I am pissed that my bar, my friends are out of reach right now. I realize not forever but damnit. Breathe in, breathe out.
I got over it.
The greatest news of today came from WW weigh in. Didn’t go last week on account of I was breaking up with the fuckwit that was in my house. Then emotional eating and drinking like it was 1999….so very nervous.
Che came over tonight, brought Pei Wei for dinner and we made a plan of attack. AND bless her little heart I got a teensey weensey Zanax to sleep on. So this is me signing off, and hitting the sack. I’m actually going to sleep tonight. I hope.