I'm in a bit of a funk after the weekend, which was lovely and amazing but at the same time tiring and, as a result, a little irritating. I'm reaching the hard stage of sofa-surfing, the stage where not having your own space starts to feel suffocating, where watching TV and relaxing isn't even relaxing because you can't watch what you want to watch, you have to watch what others are watching, and you have to talk about it when all you want to do is curl up and be by yourself.
and then you kick yourself because you know it's just the fatigue talking, and you're with good friends you never get to see and you're really glad, what you're really mad about is that you're no longer on vacation with no responsibility and a big huge bedroom with a queen sized bed in it and most importantly a door. and you're glad to have the sofas and the company because they prove that you have wonderful people who love you and you know that, truth be told, ten minutes alone in that bedroom and you'd be poking your head out saying "... what's going on out here?"
so i had a great weekend, it's true, but now the law is being laid down: i am back on my sugar-free health kick diet because i feel fucking gross from all the restaurant food and cheating. and i'm also back on my budget because a mere four days off it (especially with all the eating out) has created a serious issue. especially now that the end of my temp job is in sight and nothing promising is on the horizon.
i'm a little worried aobut getting a house without a job and with a cat and without much time... but at the same time i know it will work out because it always does and because i am amazing. and then i will have a beautiful house with a beautiful roommate and a cat (! which i've wanted in the city for years !) and lots of cool generous friends ot have over.