It has been a while. This is due to the whole being off all week in between jobs thing, but I figured that I had better get on here since my normal old routine of updating at the now "old job" is no more. I need to determine what the new set-up will be and when I will update going forward. Anyways, so Friday was my last day. Let me tell you, nothing felt better than walking out of there knowing that I wouldn't have to go back, and that I was walking out on my own, with somewhere (hopefully better) to go. Sunday night especially was free of the dread that normally would accompany it knowing that the weekend was over and I'd be going back to fight another week. Friday night we went to The Wind-up, met Rob there for a bit. Saturday we slept in, made dinner reservations at Cinghale, and pretty much did very little till then. Got dressed then went to Nick's for him to get ready, then headed to Harbour East. Nick drove and paid, which was very nice. Enjoyed the meal thoroughly this time. Still pretentious and expensive to an obscene degree, but I atleast managed to get proper pasta with a damn tomato sauce this time. The bread was exquisite, and they kept it coming. Had a red pepper soup with tomatos and ricotta filled pasta, then angel hair with tomato sauce. Nick had grilled calamarri, then hand-formed tortolini with a rosemary sauce (was supposed to be the large portion, but I swear there were maybe thirteen tortolini--- I would have hated to see the small). We each got a martini to start, which was wrong, because it was ridiculously fuckng expensive, about twenty-seven dollars for both--- more than my dinner cost! Desserts were amazing, though. I got the panna cotta again, but this time they added a toffee hazelnut cookie, thin like a pizzelle, which was absolutely incredible. "Multiple Orgasm Cookie" we titled it. Nick got what they called Chocolate Soup, which was basically melted chocolate gelato, but with chile and chocolate bits and espresso gelato on top. It was spicy and kind of weird, but he liked it. Got cappuccino and espresso, as well, inching the bill to $120.00 dollars. Left there and went to---can you guess--- The Wind-up, where we avoided the cover and waited for Lori and Rob and Angel. Angel had a friend up from Austin and her sister to see some hip-hop dj thing (Ninja Sonik, I believe). The place was packed, and because of the big meal, I was on my fourth drink before I felt even the slightest buzz, had five in all, didn't have to drive, and Nick limited the boiler makers, so he was fine. There are tagged photos on MySpace documenting the nonesense, one of Nick and I dancing, where he may or may not be cupping my boob. Classy. Actually it's not my boob, but at a quick glance his hand appears to be in that region. Sunday we had to be up by 11 to head to Chris' parents' house to watch the game, which was a disaster. I am getting to be able to follow it a little bit more now. We were going to go to b for dinner, but Nick's parents ordered Papa John's so we just hung out there, watched some of that Planet Earth special in HD, which was pretty cool. Ate lots of pizza and cheesy bread, and then dozed off.

Monday, I tried to get as much knocked out as possible, of the stuff I wanted to accomplish. Got some stuff done, went to dinner with Dad and Mary--- Carrabas, and even though it was the only time I ate that day, still ate a lot. this whole week I've been bad, in fact. I really think I am fatter now than when Rob and I were still together. I hope that when I start my new job, I will be moving around much more and less all about eating when I'm on my own. Club Charles was in order, and when Nick came over, he had a present for me, since as of midnight, we would be dating seven months. I don't keep track of it the way he does, but he is right, and I am so happy about that, and with what he got me--- a 12 inch record single by Joe Strummer of Love Kills from his Sid and Nancy soundtrack. I still need to find a little something for him. Club Charles was fun, if kind of slow, initially. Rob stopped by for a while, and I got to talking with Shay and got her number. I am determined never to get one of Jamie's espresso martinis ever again, because I don't know what she does to them, but they FUCK me up the next day. Tuesday I was very excited to go to Cafe Hon with Mom, but felt so shitty when I woke up, that I had to take some Zantac and lay back down. Ended up feeling better, and over did it so bad with lunch--- cup of Maryland crab, grilled cheese, fries with gravy, birchbeer. Then, later on, around 7, I ate tortolini!! I seriously have a fucking problem. I read the best quote by Alexander Woolcot yesterday which said, "Everything I enjoy is either immoral, illegal, or fattening." If that's not the truth!! Two For Tuesday was a lot of fun, though. Had a remarkable turn-out, Nick and I, Victor, Kyl, and Joe Red, Rob, Lori, then even Chris Jerkass for a bit, as well as some other appearences on the periphery. Talked to Jared about the wonderful limbo of having quit a job but not yet starting the new one.

Yesterday I tried to get more stuff done, that got cut a little short because Victor called me to go to the mall with him to find black skinny jeans for his Lemmy costume for Halloween. Then I came home where Carmin and I watched some Trading Spouces before I fucking ate AGAIN (pasta no less, had already treated myself to Bella Roma earlier for a slice with sausage and green peppers and a birchbeer, and then a coffee.). Watched the Project Runway finale, Leanne won, which was good, atleast it wasn't Kenley, who is still oblivious to the fact that she is a bitch. Went to bed, didn't even see the reuinion show. Have gotten some amazing books this week and Carmin got some on Friday. Saw Dwaine and have my appointment to finally get my ink done tomorrow at 1. Very excited, but nervous, too. Going to try to knock the rest of this shit out today.

Nick and I texted some last night about Project Runway. I will be very glad to see him later.