Tonight the Ex-Roomie and her bf came over and we ate dinner, drank soda (for us) and beer (for him) and watched Kinky Boots. We agreed it was a fun, lighthearted, feel-good movie. Very predictable, but with a happy ending and not a lot of thinking, which I was totally in the mood for. I learned that you can't judge a book by its cover, that everyone deserves respect, that hard work is rewarded, and that true love can conquer all. Great!
I think I am not going to comment too much on the fact that it's 9/11 since anything I say will sound trite, I'm sure. If anyone cares, five years ago today I was an active duty Air Force officer working in an intelligence unit. Weird how life changes, huh?
I had a day today that was, well, just difficult...so I'm glad the movie was fun. I hit myself in the nose accidentally with a water bottle (long story, maybe tomorrow), which made my nose bleed...I don't think it's broken, but I'm worried I'm going to have black eyes tomorrow. Sigh.
Anyway, it's 10pm, and that means it's about bedtime. Pathetic, I know. But, I'm trying to keep on the gym schedule, so early bedtimes are mandatory.
And, since a couple of people asked, the Boy Who I Like is still out of town for at least another two to three weeks. We've been talking a lot on the phone and via email, which has been nice. I really feel like I'm getting to know more about him, and certainly, our friendship is growing. His work situation means that he's sort of out of town right now indefinitely...so...I guess we'll just see. He's having a lot of fun going sailing at his Away Location, and taking clients out and getting them loaded or whatever, and hopefully he's about to go on a trip to another country that he loves...so, his life is more exciting than mine. As I told him today, I guess I should have learned to speak like five languages instead of going to law school and maybe people would ply me with sailing trips and tours of other countries. My bad.