Monday, Monday

Blah.
I actually had a great weekend. Pretty laid back, but sometimes that is exactly what I needed.
Sunday was nice. I still haven't talked to Dave about stuff with Rick, and last night didn't seem right. It never seems right.
Pooy guy thought he would shock me with a septum piercing. I told him, once you've sat in a motel room while your friend soaks his PA in a cup on the edge of the bed, nothing fazes you about piercings.
I tried the full Biggest Loser workout this morning. Bob is hard. More because he moves so much faster, not that the moves are harder. Melvin was an extremely good boy and left me alone the whole time.

This week is extremely full. Working M-F at Stanton's and every night I have something. I took an early shift at the booth for Pride so I will be home by 5:30ish.
Sunday morning I need to clean because next week is my trip to Philly/see Jason. YAY!
Oh yeah, I also have class.

I have been a littel better with my depression. Anxiety is way up though. sigh.