Friday, February 10, 2006
wild staring eyes
Is it really Friday again?
Exactly like last Friday, tonight I came home after work, the gym, and the grocery store. I sat down here on the couch with my notebook, Pink Floyd on the radio, coat tossed on a chair, and my bags at my feet.
Just like that, the week is gone in a flash and here I am again, bursting at the seams.
We are all seven days older. I am only 4 points behind first place in my hockey pool AND I only have one injury (well Hamrlik is injured, but for the purpose of my pool, he is mine). Good thing I am injury-free because tomorrow I am going to spinning class to sweat this shitty week away. Later I will have my nails filed short and painted dark red. Tomorrow night there will be lots of wine and people. I will go with it - let the wine get to my head. I will have impractical conversations and I will feel the heat in my cheeks.
Posted by Rachel at 11:04 PM