I am eating a marvelous sandwich that Jeff made for me. I don’t know what it is. It’s just a regular sandwich, but for some reason it tastes amazing.
Anyway, I don’t really know what to write about. I guess I’ve been feeling a bit of a change in my idea of friendship. I didn’t realize it, but I’ve been operating under the assumption that I can’t set any standards in that area. I always thought it would be unfair to do such things. But then it dawned on me: Shouldn’t I have standards for myself and the people I choose to be intimate with? Well, in short, yes. It has to do with my own health and well-being. I’m not talking change-who-you-are kind of standard, just the take-care-of-yourself-and-me-so-that-we-can-have-a-fruitful-experience kind of standard. Interesting. Having just said it, it doesn’t sound as profoud as it feels. I suppose it feels that way because I have a history of being sort of a push-over and a tad codependent. Welp, hoorah for growth (no matter when it happens).
Classes are good. I just don’t like the glaring florescent lights at night. I come out of there feeling like I’m on drugs.
On a side note: I think that I’ll be getting a raise at work in the next couple of weeks. That would be cool.
Tonight I am hangin with my sisters. We’re going to thrift stores, making dinner, and watching ‘An Affair to Remember’. Then tomorrow I am having dinner with Chris (on ME) 🙂 so that should be fun.
Well, ya, that’s all I guess.