I'm not sure what day it is anymore. After getting no sleep Friday night, I slept 10 hours last night. I felt like I was hit by a truck and may very well have been. I met Kyna at the Perfect Cup for coffee and gossip and then went to the gym before crashing at home. This may have been the weirdest weekend ever. I'm glad I wasn't at work these last 4 days. I needed a break. And I'm glad I drank too much and danced to Whitney Houston but I still have a lot of baggage and stuff I'm hanging on to. I need to get rid of it and that's the hardest part. I think working some of this into my solo show or just working on my solo show in general will be good for me. I'm giving myself a month to get things in gear, to work hard, to figure out what I need to do to be myself again. I'm 35 and I'm single and for the first time, it bothers me. My friends are moving on and getting married and having babies and buying houses and cars. Most of these things I have no interest in buuuut I need to find my equivalent of moving on. Not sure what it is yet but I'm sure it involves some form of dating. Ugh.......... Sigh............ok, I'm ready.