This Fish Needs A Bicycle

all dressed up

I love today.

I woke up in such a good mood, despite less than 3 1/2 hours sleep. Insomnia, it turns out, is not such a bad thing when one spends those sleepless hours talking to the incomparable Sarah B. I'm fairly convinced that they don't make 'em cooler than that girl. When she sends me a picture of myself with a lemon wedge in front of my teeth and tells me I'm photogenic, I wanna call her a liar, but dude, some lies are totally acceptable.

So, up I got early, had time for a leisurely bath, and dressed in a rediscovered pair of asstastic pants. Did my hair AND make-up while shakin' it to Justin Timberlake. And it was all in excitement that tonight was date night with Stella. By the way, I think everyone should have a galpal named Stella, if only to stand across the street and yell, "Stella!" Works better in the rain, too.

Turns out, Stella's work is sending her to Calgary this afternoon. Bummer. But as here is no way these pants are going to waste, consider this an invitation. Meet me downtown at 7.

Did I tell you I'm quitting my job? Yes, that makes me giddy, too. It's not in the immediate future, though. The plan is to save up a few month's salary and then bail, hopefully with my sanity in tact. I actually decided two days ago, dropping the bomb on my dinner companion Monday night. "I'm quitting my job" came out of my mouth before even checking with my brain, but that didn't make it any less true. Where to go from here? Well, that's the next big adventure, now isn't it?