Most amazing

The most amazing thing happened to me. Maybe not THE most amazing, but pretty fortunate, and brilliant. So I gave blood, in four minutes today. FOUR minutes. That is really really speedy considering I ate nothing before hand all day, and had sipped sparingly on water. I felt weak all day, more than usual. I had my half day and left after I gave blood, around quarter to noon. I took Andrea to Target for some stuff she wanted, and on the way back from Lake Geneva said out loud without realizing it, "I shouldn't be driving." And she asked why, I told her I was completely drained. I realized how I wasn't holding my head straight, it was sort of leaning to one side while I was driving, I didn't have the energy to stand up straight while walking and yelled at her a few times at the store to not walk so fast, even though she clearly was already walking snail pace. I just realized in the car, that I was way too tired, too drained, to seriously drive and focus. Too late though, so I made it home, and literally crashed onto my bed. Sundae thought it'd be cool to lie down on my back...didn't bother me any, I was down. Seriously out. I couldn't talk, all I could do was this sort of mumble moan thing. So I slept for a couple of hours. I felt quite a bit better when I got up, so I think I just needed the rest to gain some of my energy back. We went to the bowling alley where the WOL-RAC tourney people were meeting, before everyone headed to Walworth Lanes to do the tourney thing. I went along, Leanne and her husband bowled with my parents. Near the end, when everyone was finished bowling and we were just sitting around finishing our waters and stuff, somehow we got on the topic of Terri's condo she just closed on. She had worked out a deal with the dude who built it (as it was finished with construction right in the middle of her divorce), for her to rent it until she could afford to close on it. She's been there a year or whatever, and her mortgage is only $600 a month, in Whitewater. She offerend me, ME....the entire second floor to myself, which from the sounds of the guy she was bowling with, is practically a full apartment with a loft and a large living area, and a room thing and a full bath, and a walk-in closet. She offered me all of that to myself, for $300/month rent. That is absolutely amazing, a deal that cannot be passed up. She really trusts me, and I honestly, truly trust her, and I am going to look at it on Sunday. Also, she said I can paint, I can get a kitty, and still only pay her $300 a month. Best part, Whitewater is only 20 minutes away from Delavan so my commute would only be about five minutes longer to work than usual. On top of that, she agreed to see how I'm doing financially and stuff after the new year starts. I am almost waiting to wake up because things this good do not just plop into MY lap. This good of a thing doesn't just reveal itself. If I want good things to happen to me, for me, I have to work my ass off for it. This time, all I had to do was be a trustworthy person, with a very steady paycheck, and the rest just laid (layed? lay?) itself out for me.

The hour is gettin late, I'm exhausted and crashing fast again, and I have a house to clean tomorrow as Pete and Dorothy are staying here with Tucker tomorrow night. God bless and may everyone find themselves in good health and happiness. Good night!