I'm not entirely sure if I like having weekends off.  Part of me loves to be able to spend time with my gorgeous boyfriend, the other half feels like she has to compete with the masses and go out and actually do stuff. 

In other words, I feel guilty for being so damn lazy.

Slept in.  Thai Ginger.  Animal Crossing. Went back to bed. Slept until 5 cuddled in boyfriend's arms.  Made copious amounts of sushi (seattle and california maki, with tuna and octopus nigiri).  This time we perfected the inside out rolls, next time we're going for temaki sushi... so tasty. 

My life is gaining luster again.  For a long time I've felt weighed down with memories and frustration.   I am beginning to stretch my wings a little more- I feel more comfortable where I am and who I am becomming.  While I have a multitude of goals still, I need to realize that it's far more important to love where one is at, not simply where one is going.   The end does not justify the means entirely,  the means are what makes the end worthwhile. 

I received a raise the other day.  I look forward to getting back onto my feet. The last few months have been in an unpleasant downward spiral, and it now feels as if I'll have more room for improvement.  Just having money enough for bills will help my mood drastically.