Is it already two weeks since the last time I wrote? Wow. It's gone by quickly.
It's odd, how things catch me up in themselves and carry me along until I look up and two weeks have passed. I got really busy in there for a bit with the stuff that was supposed to go up May 15th on the work site; it ended up being delayed until the 18th because of the weekend. I'm going to figure out how to work with this so I'm not scrambling three days before the deadline to get this stuff done. Yes.
But really, i'm loving life right now. The weather has turned mostly fine, I've ofically lost over 30 pounds since April 1, and I just feel...happy. Not the eerie, desperate edge of the beginning of a manic state, but something oddly gentle. i'm busy, but energetic and not driving myself through exhaustion. Roland called me tonight to do some work on a site we're building, and I managed to tell him no, i had to sleep. Now there's something I'm proud of myself for.
i've had this amazing social life recently, too. almost every night, there's someone wanting to do something with me. It's all fun, but I have to remember that I need to sleep and personal time, too.
This weekend, I went to see The Phantom Menace on Friday night at 1 am, which meant that I got home at 4 am. The next morning, i went to the women's Pampering Day, which turned out to be a complete bust. (It was overcrowded, with long lines for everything. It was not relaxing.) But later that night, I went to a party with H (the girl who I went out with before) and met a bunch of her friends. I crash that night in Federal Way, as nobody was about to drive back to Seattle with me that late. And Sunday, I went out with Roland to fly kites and for dinner, and then I sat down with another friend and dixed the DNS for madstop.org. (It should be propogating soon, soon, soon, I hope!) And last night, I went to give a friend of mine a camera that I'd sold her.
But I'm doing all right. I'm going to go to bed at 9 tonight and sleep. That sounds very nice right now.