I confess… I am disgustingly excited for my new couch to arrive Saturday morning. Like, all out salivating and jumping for joy excited.
I confess… I am not happy; Ash is mad about our Fantasy football match-up this week. I kind of, well, am up by 61 points after only one game. He was just saying how he wasn’t going to take it as seriously but I can understand: he’s really competitive. So it’s not that he’s mad at ME, but he’s disgruntled by the situation. I hate feeling like this though.
I confess… I’m plotting how I can get out of here before 2 PM, which is when the Homecoming parade begins and will inevitably trap me in the lot I’m parked in. The drawbacks of working at a University.
I confess… I also have a ton of errands to run and things to buy that we’re entirely out of, like diapers.
I confess… I’m trying very hard not to focus on my race tomorrow. I feel like maybe if I just be calm and worry about other things, then I will be good tomorrow because it won’t be on thang, you know? Besides, I’m not scared by 13.1 anymore so it’s just another long run.
I confess… I am pretty happy about my parents coming. We haven’t seen them in a while; I think maybe we can even finish out the weekend without arguing!
Ok, y’all. Enjoy your weekend!