Verse

Friday afternoon.

Have you ever noticed, when you’re holding something in (even though you’re really not?) and someone, a friend, points it out and all of a sudden it all just comes spilling out? That’s how it is kinda with my friend Izz, who posted some thoughts on my blog and myself. All of a sudden, you know you’re not living in a vacuum, that people think about you and worry and love you and it all just kinda comes crashing down? Well, it’s crashing and I’m working on picking up the pieces. It’s not quite so dramatic, but I have been low lately, pretty low. Things seem a little…redundant and hopeless. I don’t want to live in the shittyverse, but am having a hard time finding my way back. I am working on it however, and will not allow myself to get comfortable in the shittyverse. Nobody wants a downer parade, including me.

On the plus side of things, in the cool universe I’m trying to get back into, John and I went to Mia Francesca last night for dinner.

We’ve been trying to go there for years; something always comes up to distract us, food poisoning, emergencies, money, whatever. So last night for our Valentine’s Day we went and my god, it was delicious.

We had yummy bruschetta yummy, we had chicken and pasta and tarts and tiramisu. We chowed it up and it was good.

Then home to read US magazine and watch Survivor. Could be worse.

This weekend is supposed to be nice, that makes a huge difference in which universe you live in, I’m looking forward to enjoying it.

I have a Chicagoist brunch tomorrow I’m also looking forward to and a nice quiet night tonight, where I will be watching the finale of Battlestar Galactica. Yup. I watch.