Life.

Colts.  sigh.

Talked to the Marine yesterday twice ... once at 6:27 a.m. (when he woke me up) and once at midnight last night (when he woke me up again).   Just BS talk about the Colts, life, dating, etc.  I love to tease him about his sheets, his house, his life and his penchant for dating the young'uns.  He loves to jerk my chain about nearly everything in my life.  I am an easy target, what can I say?  He seems to be doing well, might want to change careers and definitely wants to rid his house of roommates.  I gave him some advice, we laughed, it was all good.  I had to tease him last night tho -- when he woke me up for the second time in 24 hours -- I told him that I generally only like wake ups twice in one day by someone I'm sleeping with, and since he isn't and we're not, he owes me.

Finally shutting the door on someone I should have a while back.  Feelings are a hard thing to deal with -- and sometimes some real quality time is spent sorting through those feelings to determine the best course of action.  For me, that best course is letting go, accepting and moving on.

Mom arrives this Friday -- for about ten days.  She is totally excited (as am I) and is looking forward to some days in the sunshine.  I'm not sure what days I'll be taking off yet, but I'm working that out now.

Need to refocus on taxes, application to grad school.  Double sigh.