I'm behind because of moving this weekend -- Friday night was literally just packing things up and trying not to panic about not feeling done. I guess I was pretty successful because Saturday morning was a cinch.
Not sure why I feel the need to explain myself or be apologetic about missing posts. That's the beauty of posting things to the internet; the off-chance that someone, somewhere is expecting to read this gives the illusion of accountability. I think I also feel some sense of obligation to my past-self and resolutions list. Is that a form of guilt? Letting myself down via past expectations of success? Aka disappointment, I suppose. At least this is a mild case. :)
Important Friday 1-31 Things:
- Signed the lease for the place with James!!!
- Walking really fast in not-great shoes led to a weird, large bit of rubbed-loose skin on my heel... wahh it kind of hurts. Not sure what to do about it.
- Day off from teaching voice lessons.
- Attempted to watch Sherlock while packing - couldn't focus and had to turn it off. :/
- Yep, that's it.