I was feeling sick on thursday, so I decided to burn some banked hours and took friday off. I spend most of friday sleeping in. Against all wisdom, I went out friday night.
I have to be careful with my expressions. I think I hurt someone when stating I hide my age better than most people. That can easily be taken as me calling my listeners old. Me trying to be funny. Ugh. Lame jokes, and I couldn’t remember a girl’s name from a past meet. And I can hear myself saying, don’t do it again and stop worrying about it. But I do.
I may be offered to participate a bit more in the club. That I should be happy for. But I shouldn’t have kissed the girls goodbye. Specially since I had felt sick that day. Wrong decisions.
I walked home instead of waiting for bus/metro. Fortunately I had a water bottle with me.
Now it’s close to 1pm and haven’t had anything to eat yet. I must remember to eat some fruit.
So, things I learned again are stop beating myself up and try to be happy. Like my friend C would say, don’t sweat the small stuff.
I have R’s birthday this evening. I don’t know if I will be able to make it.