what weekend?

i know i wasn’t at work for two days, so that probably means it was the weekend. the thing i’m not sure about is why i don’t feel like i had any time off. oh, wait. i know. i didn’t eat at home once in three nights. i didn’t spend an evening home for three nights. it is just so bloody exhausting. if this is what it’s like to have a life… i’ll have to rethink it.
i did manage to get laundry done saturday and cleaned up yesterday. i didn’t get to go shopping, so i’ll have to do that tonight on my way home. or, i may go home, have a nap and then go shopping. who knows. i certainly don’t.
so, i went out on a date last night. i’m calling it a date because that’s what it felt like. not that i have a lot of experience with “dates”; my outings with guys have usually been really casual affairs or group efforts. he picked me up, we ate dinner out and went to see traffic (excellent film, by the way). i got over my pre-date jitters fairly quickly and had a good time. i felt like i talked too much at dinner. that was probably residual nerves, though. i don’t know if i’m “into” him, but he’s a good guy and good company. at the very least we’ll still play cards and possibly go to more movies.