From the Weekend Notes

Sunday I woke up sore... not really from the previous night of drinking and dancing so much as from the night of drinking and falling on my ass a few times. I guess it would be more accurate, really, to say I woke up bruised. One fall in my apartment and one off the stage at the Millenium... I need a crash helmet--in more ways than one.

Then, a themed display of books (which is too pathetic to share the theme here) at Target caused me to break down in tears while buying toliet paper... so I took my pathetic and bruised ass over to Gallup Park for a few miles on the trail. Normally, walking/exercise clears my thoughts and gets me put together. Not the case yesterday. I wonder if my therapy is failing me? Heh, if it does, at least I'll be in really good shape when I have my breakdown... I'm just kidding, really. The thing about feeling bad like this is you know there isn't much that is going to make it worse and you can crawl out of it--eventually.

There is a week of a lot of work ahead of me both professionally and personally. The weekend, well, I think by the weekend, I may go look at apartments. If that fails, there is a fantastic 8 mile hike at the Metro Park near Novi...