Tonight I am happy. Why?
I put down my deposit on the new abode and I should be getting the keys on 15th of April. This gives me a sense of relief, and I'm very excited to start anew here in Augusta. The change of scenery will hopefully do me good.
I drove out about an hour to Louisville, GA to see an art exhibit tonight after work. My friend Tena had a couple of pieces in the show, one featuring my ugly mug, so it was kind of thrill to be part of it. Sydney and I ventured out there to support Tena and had a very delightful car ride both ways in which the conversation ran the gamut. The last few weeks have been a really good time, I'm getting closer to Sydney and Tena and taking our friendship to another level. Syd has helped me with my quest to be a better person, letting me know when I'm an asshole, listening to my whining and forcing me to stay with the gym stuff. It's finally hit me that because I have so many sisters and I miss them immensely, I am "creating" sisters with Joolie, and now Sydney and to some extent Tena. These girls are very special to me, and I enjoy spending time with them, learning about their love lives and giving them my opinion perhaps a little too often and a little too honestly. I take comfort in being around them, and that makes me happy.
I am not dreading working tomorrow. In fact, I have a lot to accomplish and Saturdays are the perfect catch up days for me since no one who works for me will be there. It's not the best way to spend a Saturday, but I'm okay with it.
I'm anxious to have a good Sunday. The plan is to hit up The Hills Have Eyes, go to the gym and then make a delicious meal consisting of Salmon Steaks, Green Beans and Mashed Potatos for Syd, Tena and myself to munch on. These dinner get togethers are quickly becoming traditional and I'm cool with that. I love to cook, and they love to eat. A marriage made in heaven.
Well, there are a few reasons for the sudden happiness bug. Spring ahead tomorrow...I'm ready for it.
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