welcome to my mind ...

It got up over 90 again today. It's supposed to be hotter tomorrow. I'm done. No more over 90. . . It's just too damn hot for Seattle. It's still kind of amusing to me that I used to think that 90 was 'cooling off.' I've definitely acclimated to the PNW. It's become my home.

Things seemed to have calmed down... and have pretty much gone back to the way it was before, minus the fact that I'm freaking out. I'm just going with it at this point. I'm not holding back, but I'm not pushing. I guess blowing up and getting all of my frustrations out at one time is all I needed. Unfortunately, it's not the best way to handle it, and it happened a few weeks shy of my therapy appointment. Which, no doubt, would have prevented said explosion. Oh well. It happened. I can't take it back. I have a feeling he's just kind of waiting for it to happen again, which is fair, I suppose. Other than not letting it happen again, I have no way of convincing him that it's not going to happen again. In the meantime, I go with the flow, wherever that flow takes me.

In other random, unrelated news, I have taken the next step toward rebuilding my credit. I have applied, and was approved, for a new credit card. After the shit show that fucked up my credit when I was in my early 20s, I'm going to be taking SO many precautions to keep it from happening in my 30s. The whole point in getting the card was so that I could rent the car with it. It's generally better to rent a car with a credit card, rather than a debit, for reasons I don't remember. But I know that if I charge the card, then pay it off over a few months, it'll make the numbers go up. Which is what I need. Especially if I want to eventually buy a house.

I've also, even more randomly, picked out what day I want to get married. Never mind the fact that I'm *still* painfully single. This is completely normal to think about, right? Ugh. I wanted this; I wanted to stay single for at least 2 years. That time frame is coming to a close in a little over a month, and so I guess my mind is starting to wander to the future, and what kind of crazy adventures it may hold. Either way, I'm going to laugh pretty damn hard if I actually get married on this new date that I have in my mind.

Tomorrow is finally Friday. This week started out rough. Today was probably the most mellow of them. I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be like yesterday. Not the worst day of the week, but definitely not without stress. Monday was by far the worst. I actually got drunk. Alone. On a damn work night. The last time I remember doing some stupid shit like that, I was 19. Tuesday was then, consequently, rough. At least tomorrow is Friday. Whatever shit gets thrown our way {working on the floor with the GI department, I hope this is never a literal statement} at least I can just keep reminding myself that it's Friday.

Like last weekend, this one is supposed to cool off drastically. I'm looking so forward to it. I much prefer the cooler weather. I'm hoping that, with the exception of these too fucking hot days we've had recently, that the cooler than normal summer is a sign that this winter we may actually get snow. I was so excited when I first moved up here to have snow; it's maybe happened twice where it was worth anything to talk about. I mean, there was kind of a flurry or two this past season. Most of the snow stayed on the mountains.

I guess nothing else worth talking about is going to happen... as I've just sat here staring at the screen {and playing Pokemon...} without thinking of anything else to write about.

Until next time. . .