Cheap and Cheerful

We signed the lease. We move in on my B-day, well that whole weekend really. We went to Ottobar last night. I got drunk and her and I got in this discussion and a lot of things were said and brought up, mostly from her saying that she feels like I neglect her, or I have neglected her to hang out with other people, most recently Nick. The more I think about it, much like the damn thing last week, the more it bothers me and the less I like it. She said last night when we got home that we were cool and everything was good with us, but it still bothers me. I feel like I don't know what the fuck to do. I'm always treading on egshells, and yet it's still wrong. This was after we saw Rob and my replacement and he was asking about the house and all. That made Carm really happy that he was impressed and hopefully a little jealous. I swear, though, you want anything to get back to him, just say it in front of Allen. Rob was asking about the cat and all sorts of things that Allen had told him about. After he walked away, I had to try very hard to stay on this side of the fence, the side that didn't get upset and terribly nostalgic and all that sort of thing.



I feel like shit this morning. I'm tired and feel kind of drunk yet. Just blah. I wish I had called out. Still got whatever this trouble is with my teeth. I think I must grind them at night, that's why I wake up in so much pain. I have been a ridiculous glutton the last few days. It started over the weekend when Nick and I were together, but that was alright, it was really on Sunday that I started going overboard. I had a slice of pizza and a cannoli in Fells, and a hazelnut latte, which wasn't so bad, really, then Carm and I had a big pizza at home Sunday night, and I snacked, and snacked. Monday was out of control, though. Seriously, I don't even want to recount it, there was so much food I ate. Yesterday was a little less, but still an unreasonable amount. Today I will do better. I don't want to become huge in the course of a week and Nick come back to a damn whale. Maybe that's why I ate so much, because I knew nobody was going to see me for a week, subconciously like. Anyways, yesterday was the first truly, truly warm, wonderful day, and hopefully today will be the same so I can go to Starbucks on lunch and sit outside. I can't wait to wear just a t-shirt, another reason to get back down and control the eating!



Nick called me last night while we were at the bar so I got to talk to him for a minute, which was nice, even though it was really loud and I was tipsy. But we'd been texting back and forth all night and I didn't even remember till this morning that I must have texted him when I went to bed and he texted me back that he'll talk to me later and goodnight, darlin. God, I love that he says stuff like that. I love that he evens says it in typed form! Silly, I guess, but I can hear him actually say it in my head when I read it, and I like it. They are only through Montana and have driven four hundred miles. I wonder when he'll get back? I think Sunday he said.



I HAVE to do laundry tonight. All of my jeans are in the hamper and last night I had to wear the new black skinny jeans from Express that I wore Friday night, but Friday night was before the Hampden Convenience Store Buffet, the Fells Point Foodie Fest, and Monday and Tuesday's Gluttony Gorge, so needless to say, while the jeans may have looked good, they didn't feel good, and I definately would have been more comfortable in a different pair, but they were all out of commission. Good thing to remember, don't put things like jeans in the hamper until you are actually about to do the laundry. So, tonight, laundry, Top chef, give Carm my half of the rent so she can pay that Friday. I have to come in at 7 tomorrow to take minutes at this meeting.



I am loving this new music I got into over the weekend. First, Bill played The Kills when we went to dinner Friday. I'd seen them in magazines and heard of them but never actually listened to them, and I was really pleased. So I got their second and newest cd's on Sunday. I'm on a so-far fruitless quest to find their first album, Keep On Your Mean Side. I really, really like them. I'm a sucker for the two-people, boy-girl fronted bands (White Stripes, Raveonettes, now The Kills). The other new band I'm all excited over is The Twilight Sad, out of Scotland. The singer has the thickest burr I have ever heard in singing, more than The Proclaimers even, and you know how much I love that. They remind me a wee bit of Idlewild, another awesome Scottish band I've liked for a long time. Really beautiful. Nick played one of their songs in the car Friday night and I loved it. So I was lucky enough to stumble upon it at Soundgarden Sunday, too.