Thursday, April 06, 2006

a far cry

I can't get to sleep at a decent hour this week. Shit, I can barely find time to write. I have a bunch of stuff on the go but never enough time lately to get it out.

First there was NY, then there's been some dating (to be discussed at a later date perhaps, cause...well, I don't have time). Then there was dinner with some girlfriends and errands to run. I have dishes to do, I haven't unpacked my bag, my place is ridiculous, but you know what? This is the life! It is a far cry from the days where I used to be afraid to get in a car, afraid I might be pushed into an oncoming subway, or that I would be murdered in my sleep. I'm not going to complain. Not even when I hear my alarm going off at 6:30 AM. It's Friday tomorrow and I have a weekend of things that make me happy. Friday night I will come home and cook and clean (which always makes things feel new). Saturday I will do pilates and spend the afternoon on Queen West. That evening there will be some drinks, and then on Sunday I will read the paper, meet friends for brunch, go for a run, yoga, and then out for dinner with someone interesting. What's not good about that?


Lx said...

you should be so lucky to be murdered in your sleep. no fuss, no muss, no feely nuttin'


ChapFu said...

who's not convinced? i'm sure that sounds like a pretty good weekend to anybody!word.

Rachel said...

Me no likey murder in my sleep.