stress, conquered

I've been super stressed out lately. For reasons I should be, as well as that imaginary shit I find myself thinking about at 2am when instead I could be curled up against The Boy and having sweet dreams.

On Thursday, it finally crashed in on me when I got sick at work and walked myself home at 11:30. I ended up camped out on the couch until 7pm napping on and off. But mostly on.
Pete brought dinner home and then kept me company on the couch until bedtime.
I woke up yesterday feeling better than I have in months.

Then yesterday? Oh, it was amazing. I'm gunna protect myself by not blogging much here. Let's just say what was supposed to be a lunch date with certain (managerial +) coworkers turned into a very long lunch. With haircuts (not mine) and talking and basically letting all of that stress go. I got so many compliments yesterday, too. Sometimes a girl needs to hear that she's the cutest thing ever, even if it's not true. Maybe hearing that makes it true for a second? Either way = nice.
I let go of all responsibility and any thoughts other than "fun". Even running into That Shaggy Looking MF'er (ha!) ended up just being hilarious. Cattiest Boy EVER.
After all of that, there was some throwing each other around (in the best way) and then some snuggling while watching CSI.

This morning I'm at work. But my head is already weekend-bound, and there's only six and a half hours to go.

I needed this in so many ways. I try to keep a brave face on, but the stress was eating away at that. And now? It's not.

This is disjointed and messy and floaty, sort of like my head today.
And I'm so appreciative of that.

I should be thinking about sending out the loan payment, and my sister's upcoming wedding, and making an eye appointment.
But - blech.

I'd rather think about kicking ass at darts (me??? really?!) and dance floor freaks, and how Kris really needs to meet up with us tonight because I miss my best's pretty face.

That's a lot more fun.