Rewinding back to last Friday, I was excitedly jumping around the office, ready to celebrate my Grandma’s 72nd birthday. My best friend and luckily my coworker, Rachel, and I have our usual Friday face on and indulge in girly gossip. This time, she refuses to divulge the location that my boyfriend is taking me for our 1 year anniversary. Despite my efforts, her lips were sealed to no avail. He allowed me to know that we were going to California, but wouldn’t tell me what part.
Within ten minutes of our conversation I received a text from my main squeeze that he threw out his back. Poor guy was bed-ridden all weekend and we re-scheduled our anniversary trip to the end of April.
Last Tuesday he was determined to get out of the house and I took him to our favorite neighborhood bar. After a few too many drinks he sees an old man with a cane and lopsidedly says, “At least I’m not that bad.” I replied by jokingly saying, “Just don’t fall please.” There was a casual screw you attached to that statement, all in good humor.
Today I got to work a little early and realized I had TWO hours, not TEN hours to finish an entire half semester of an accelerated economics class. I had an A up until my panic attack that I wasn’t going to finish the class. I busted out 18 assignments in one hour and thirty minutes. Not my best effort, but I swung by with a B+ in the class. Not bad for only spending 10 hours total on 45 assignments, right? I would lie and say I’m not usually this big of a procrastinator, but when it comes to subjects I hate - they are put off until the last second.
I’m not all diet and exercise I assure you, my gut can attest that I’m not perfect. I just thought I’d show yall a glimpse inside.