Wassamatta Wednesday!

It's Wednesday, David. And I have to tell you about Monday.

Although I have essentially decided that NOT getting that pistachio apartment is a good thing,

I woke up Monday morning slightly depressed at the thought of not being able to say I'd be moving to SF in two weeks.

Well.


That combined with the fact that I worked the ENTIRE weekend and would be headed into workday 8 of twelve in a row.

Combine that with the complete replay of everything stupid, every dumb comment I made that was taken the wrong way by anyone. Things I wish I hadn't done. Things that embarrassed me. Things that were failures for me. Thats what Monday was like for me. One of those days when I rip myself to shreds just to find out who I am again after having a dream I'd come to rely on and plan on fall to pieces. Does that happen to you? I'm told it's a very artistic process.

Ugh. It was a blue, moody Monday.

About halfway through I gave into an impulse, hopped on a BART train and treated myself to a pick-me-up lunch. Yummy greek salad with Tri-tip at Buckhorn at the Westfield Center in San Francisco.

Followed by this divine piece of chocolate amazingness:

Yes, that's definitely a milk-chocolate dipped oreo cookie from Godiva.

And yes, I definitely feel better about myself now.

;)

And yes, I will most definitely have a WEEKEND this weekend. Muir Woods perhaps? Half Moon Bay? I'll letcha know.