I Procrastinate on a Monday.

Weekend was alright. Friday I had a doctor’s appointment right after work, the boy picked me up, we relaxed a bit and then he surprised me by taking me to a restaurant like a month ago I said I had wanted to go to. A yummy South American place, that just opened, good vibe, good food, we split a bottle of rose, had a traditional meat/seafood/rice dish and just well talked.

Fine we were utterly sappy and couply, sitting there with handholding and candlelight and everything *gag*

We were trying to do the dinner and a movie thing as we realized we have never done it since we started seeing each other. Not that I mind we avoided first date typical things. Of course we had also known each other for awhile by the time he finally got to asking me out and even then I thought it was purely as friends. I mean really, it took him all of dodgeball and almost all of ultimate to ask me out? What if I had not joined the team? Our mutual friend never mixes his friends. I tease him about this sometimes, his slowness in asking me out even when a couple of our friends had figured it out. (as usual I had remained oblivious) He just replies that obvious it was meant to work out since I did join the team and I did drop the other guy because of him…

Too late for the movie, so just grabbed my stuff and crashed at his place. Saturday was kinda lazy earlier in the day, streamed a couple episodes of the office and traumatized him by making him watch an entire jem episode. (he had no idea that I had the dvd’s) He had work to finish at the office and I had work I could pretend to be doing…then back to his place. B came by and we split a bottle of wine and caught up while the boy went to a meeting, then he came back and made some salmon for dinner. Headed out and saw a movie, that did not end till 1:30 in the morning. Not so good considering he still had to pack (for his conference thing in another province) and we were getting up at 7:30a.m. Drove the boy to the airport at eight-thirty and hung around till his flight was called. Ran into B who was picking up his girlfriend from her flight back. Then gym class. Followed by a distinct attempt to be productive but was so tired, it did not work.

Boy gets back on Friday. This week shall try and catch up on sleep. Go to the gym everyday, try to catch up on schoolwork, try and have my workplan for a new project that I am proposing (dear lord the other person will not do anything, it is all going to be me, I hate the office environment sometimes or a lot of times) and try to catch up with friends. Scottish friend from the land of Oz phoned last week was nice and had a drink after work with hometown friend too. Hope to text, M, cbc friend and sister dear this week and see whats up. Right before she left for vacation cbc friend was texting me to do something but between our schedules…damn boy. Payday drinks at the usual Mexican place this week with the gang. Have the boys car so will just drive it into work that day, have drinks, then head to my aunt and uncles whom I am cat/dog/hamster sitting for and then head to the airport. It’s going to be a long week. Is it the weekend yet?

Survived a two hour meeting with my supervisor. Promised some deliverables. Tried to get motivated. Then listened in on a paper presentation by a former classmate. Long day. May just do gym and get to bed early.

http://entertainment.timesonline.co.uk/tol/arts_and_entertainment/books/article6917495.ece

The fact that I read her blog when she was first actively blogging about her sex worker days makes me feel kinda old. As in would have been doing that during my undergrad days…anyways. Cool.