worst. sleep. ever. too hot. thirty degrees when i got home, twenty-eight by the time i went to sleep, and a relatively chilly twenty-five by the time i woke up. the wind kept my blinds banging against the window frame until i opened them up and then i had to contend with the neighbour’s motion-sensored garage light (set off by the branches on the tree right beside it being moved by said wind) streaming into my window. still too hot. kept waking up, wide awake, thinking i’d never not be awake ever again, only to wake up again, wide awake, some moments later. i was almost grateful for six a.m. because it meant that i didn’t have to fret that i’d never not be awake again and could just be awake.
then again, what do i care if i can’t sleep? i lost four pounds this week! i finally seem to have broken that dreaded twenty-pound barrier. this means that i’m, hopefully, only a week or two from my first ten-percent goal (yeah, do the math, i don’t care). then again, i’m pretty sure the loss is just whatever muscles i had disintegrating because i haven’t exercised in any real form (other then my beloved ab work. oh, how i love to crunch!) in well over a month. of course, now it’s stupid hot and i’ll be even less inclined to exercise until october, but we’ll see. i still have a mini-goal to accomplish before i leave for minnesota!
sunday is daddy’s day and i’m taking my daddy out to storyeum and lunch somewhere fun downtown. the weather should be perfect and it will be much fun to have an outing with my most favourite male of the species. before then i have to return the SECOND michael bublé cd i bought in error and try to find him the proper one (his self-titled second cd, if you’re curious). i’m so looking forward to this! i hope he is, too.
keep your fingers crossed for that “chance of thundershowers” the weatherman talked about on the radio this morning. it would make me stupid happy if we had some stormy action today.