Yeah, kidding. My week has been less eventful. Writing, working out, being mellow, honing my sense of financial entitlement and wrongful birth. Meaning, I find it very very easy to adjust to a life of structured leisure. Among other things, I find that I really like to work out pretty much every day. I'm a bit nervous about the impact of returning to work on things like this.
My social momentum continues. This past weekend the lovely
While in Vancouver, I will be visiting a particular cupcake shop where the cupcakes of the gods are created. I plan this without guilt, for I am downsizing; today, I dug out jeans that I haven't worn in five years, because I'm shrinking out of the bigger ones. I do that jig again.
In weirdness, I've suddenly been beset with sleep myoclonus--for the past several days, muscles keep jerking as I'm falling asleep. Often. It would be something new to neurotically fret about, except that the sleep-specific version probably doesn't indicate, say, a tiny stroke or the onset of Parkinson's. It's bugging though. WHY AM I SO WEIRD? Just a question.
I offer kisses to you peeps.