All kinds of randomness
I think stating I may have overdone on Sunday is an understatement. I'd had over 3 thousand steps before I went to 11:30 mass. By the time I fell into bed around 11pm I'd done over 11 thousand steps. I never do that many and yesterday my body made it clear that I aught not do that many again. Being stuck in bed feverish /clammy and in pain is a sure sign that I need to pace myself better.
I feel loads better this morning but I'm going to leisurely roll out of bed and see just how little I can reasonably do today.
I had the weirdest dream night before last. I don't recall all of it but it was basically me agreeing to remarry my first ex husband then dumping him before the wedding for a guy I was sorta engaged to while I was a teenager and somewhere in there I became a part of some underground spy unit. Oddly enough Das made no appearance. I remember thinking even as I was dreaming that it was jacked up.
Only one more Sunday before the remarriage! Das and I decided we are the most excited yet laziest bride and groom going. All the excitement of getting married with none of the stress of planning a wedding. As much as I like to think I'd enjoy elaborate celebrations the very idea of planning them makes me queasy.
We went out sat night. Das dared me to wear my new schoolgirl plaid skirt and of course me being me went all out in the skirt, white polo shirt, ponytails and ribbons. Seeing as how we went to a house music thingy I was dressed a wee bit differently than everyone else but I did receive several compliments on my outfit. I'm also pretty sure that contact highs are real and I had one, never seen so much weed smoked outside of an outdoor festival. Funny how the smell doesn't make me cough or eyes watery the way cigarette smoke does. I need to get a picture of it. Das reaction to me in the outfit has assured my buying of several more skirts in various patterns, lol.
I feel loads better this morning but I'm going to leisurely roll out of bed and see just how little I can reasonably do today.
I had the weirdest dream night before last. I don't recall all of it but it was basically me agreeing to remarry my first ex husband then dumping him before the wedding for a guy I was sorta engaged to while I was a teenager and somewhere in there I became a part of some underground spy unit. Oddly enough Das made no appearance. I remember thinking even as I was dreaming that it was jacked up.
Only one more Sunday before the remarriage! Das and I decided we are the most excited yet laziest bride and groom going. All the excitement of getting married with none of the stress of planning a wedding. As much as I like to think I'd enjoy elaborate celebrations the very idea of planning them makes me queasy.
We went out sat night. Das dared me to wear my new schoolgirl plaid skirt and of course me being me went all out in the skirt, white polo shirt, ponytails and ribbons. Seeing as how we went to a house music thingy I was dressed a wee bit differently than everyone else but I did receive several compliments on my outfit. I'm also pretty sure that contact highs are real and I had one, never seen so much weed smoked outside of an outdoor festival. Funny how the smell doesn't make me cough or eyes watery the way cigarette smoke does. I need to get a picture of it. Das reaction to me in the outfit has assured my buying of several more skirts in various patterns, lol.
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