Sheets

There aren't any on my bed right now because I took them off to put them in the laundry pick up for this morning, and since I thought there was a big possibility I was going to end up in Sam's bed tonight (because I was going to go downtown and see Erin before she leaves tomorrow and Sam's bed is just a little north of downtown) I just didn't put any back on. But I am home tonight since Erin is not downtown, so after Pier 1 I was just going to go to bed. Now I have to put them on. Boooooo. I don't like that story.

So I was listening to an episode of the Savage Love podcast (audio version of his advice column that appears in alternative weeklys everywhere), and it made me think today. Mostly, it made me think about what a whiny pain in the ass I have been in my past. I mean, could I shut up about a couple of my past would-be/wish-it-could-be relationships? Obviously not. How were some of you still my friends through my whining and vacillating and endless hypothesizing? Why did no one literally smack me in the mouth? I so obviously needed it. Anyway, belated apology for all who lived through Clowngate and The tragedy of Luke parts 1 and/or 2, hell even all the way back to the Jesus Boy fallout (which was mostly pre-blog). Please, if I am ever that damn stupid again please tell me. I obviously knew that things were not going to go the way I wanted or that I was not going to step up, and so did everyone who had to listen to me. Thank you for being patient, kind, good friends, and I am sorry to have so abused my friendship privileges.

Beautiful Weather

That is what we have here in Chicago. It is literally hot when I walk to and from work, and I have had no need of a coat or even a sweatshirt. It is however also windy, in a dirty and a little bit gritty sort of way.

My flex shift was canceled today, so I went to work for a five hour shift, had some Chipotle and came home. Now I am blogging, recharging my ipod, listening to the latest Grey's Anatomy podcast, and thinking about the shit I should be getting done. Later today I plan to run a little (the cold weather has nixed that for the last few weeks), get some stuff at the local drug store, finish some blockbuster movies (so I can get another), pay some bills, and call it good. Oh and shower (that goes with the running).

I wish I had more interesting things to talk about. Well, I have other things to talk about, but I don't want to put them out in the blogoshpere since really all it is is whining. I don't really want to be whiny, even though it seems almost always to be inevitable. Whining happens, especially when you can't do too much about what you would like to fix, and I am stopping now before I get really going at the whining.

OOOOooooohhh, new Heroes tomorrow (for the first time in nineteen freaking years or something), and my house is a little worried about the Peter Petrelli "death" because I live with two very big, very committed, very passionate Milo Ventimiglia fans, and his impending 'possible' doom is kind of worrying them. However, I bet he can fix himself with his Claire powers. That is my prediction for this week. (Also the name Ventimiglia always makes me think of the 'venticelli' slow news day episode from Sports Night where they talk about the little winds that bring good news).