Outlet

I have decided that the tickets I bought for the Brewer's game on the 29th are mine, so I am taking someone else, instead of giving them both to Stephanie. They are good seats and I had too good of a time last night to pass up the chance to go to another game...with even better seats. I may be taking Cat. She might not be able to go, but I'm hoping she can. If so, I'm going to drive up there and then we'll drive from Madison and I can totally crash there for the night since it's a 6:05 game. She was cool with it, should she be able to go. I'm really pumped, but not too pumped because I still don't know whether she can go or not yet. If she can...that's one more reason for me to get out of work early that day. It's a Saturday, what are they going to do to me? Seriously! Yay me.

So I finally texted Stephanie that I am going to the game with someone else. She didn't even know what she did wrong. It is confirmed that she is dating Spike. It is also confirmed in my heart that I cannot trust her anymore and when I told her today that she is not smart with guys, she got pissed and asked me to explain. I said if you need me to explain that, it's worse than I thought. We need to take a very very long break and when she asked if it was permanent I said probably but I can only speculate right now.

I've been a bit off this whole weekend and last night I attempted to get drunk at the Brewer's game. I got six beers in from start to finish and I still was hardly buzzing. Today, I watched the Packers kick ass, then did the dishes in record speed. I also decided that I wanted to rearrange my room. So...I lugged my armoir around that feels about twice as heavy as I am, from one corner of my room, to the opposite diagonal corner...moved two desks, swung my bed around...and now I have a new, fresh room. It took me only a couple of hours (only because I kept taking breaks to vaccuum around everything as was moving stuff around. I started sneezing and got swollen eyes and decided I needed to get rid of that shit as I went so I went crazy. My room isn't quite spotless, but pretty damn close. Just some clothes to put away, some more picturs to put up, a few things to straighten up on my rolly cart thing, and a ramp to transport to the garage. It feels like I'm starting over. It's weird how lugging heavy shit around became an outlet. Then, to cool down, I went for a long walk. Maybe cleaning is an outlet. Weird how I don't otherwise do much cleaning...I like the line from Grey's Anatomy along the lines of, "I have a messy room, a messy apartment, but I am not messy. I am not a messy person." I like that a lot. Sure I have shit all over my room most of the time, but I am by no means a messy person. Pretty organized, actually.

Here I am now...diggin in to Grey's Anatomy so I can hand it off to Cat. I may just wait and give it to her in two weeks if we go to the game together! Would be better actually since I am currently broke and we have no stamps at all. I don't even have pocket change enough for a couple of stamps. I still have a letter to Beth I wrote on the 7th that still needs a stamp. Pathetic.