Coming out of seclusion/quarantine and being social again has meant dealing with seeing a lot of friends and hearing them say, “Did you lose weight? You look so good!” And having to reply, “Thanks? I was really sick and thought I was going to die.” So that’s been fun. I know they mean well, though.
When I work at the bar, I’m not as strong as I used to be. I was hauling kegs one-handed, and now I’m s t r u g g l i n g two-handed to get those bastards out front.
I feel like I can get back to how things used to be, though. It’ll just take a little time. And a lot of food. It’s a really good excuse to get back on my “Eat a gigantic burger four times a week diet.”
Today someone told me I looked “too cool” to be thirty. I don’t know what that means, but I guess I’m okay with it.
The last post I made was over a month ago, on the night of my birthday. There’s a good reason for that—I got very sick soon after that, then I got a little better, and then I got very sick again. When I finally started getting better—again—it was a long, strange recovery, and I wasn’t feeling enough like myself most of the time to put any effort into the things I normally enjoy.
I’m good now, although I need to put on some weight. I lost 12 lbs, and I miss my butt.
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Guy I’m on a date with: “Let’s do [thing].”
Me: “I don’t like [thing].”
Guy I’m on a date with: “What do you like to do for fun???”
Me, internally: “I want to go home.”
I feel like I’m participating in my own personal version of last night’s Drag Race episode. I have to come up with three looks in less than hour, pack two in my bag, and pray they don’t get wrinkled all to hell while I run around the city like a lunatic. The first one is my Trying To Rush Through My Afternoon At Work look, the second is my Going On A Date With A Guy I’ve Been Crushing On For Like Eight Months look, and the third is my Sleigh Bells Concert look.
I probably should have done my laundry last night.