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The house is going on the market tomorrow. Oh, jubilation! Also, the terror...
I'm terrified the house won't sell in time. The market is flooded right now, no one's buying, and I only have three months. Please, someone, buy my house. It's a great house, really.

The weekend was good, but tiring. I've driven to and from Massanutten every day for the past week now, except last night. The guys decided they preferred to stay there, which was fine, because they were doing the driving, and I don't sleep well at my parents' house anyway. The bridge tournament went well, but I never sleep during tournaments, and last night, when I had plenty of time to catch up on sleep, insomnia hit. I just can't sleep at my folks' house. I can't get comfortable. I'm always worrying about something. Everyone says I worry too much, but right now, I don't know how I can not worry. Sigh.

I'm trying to decide if I want to go to Hunt Valley next weekend. I mean, I do want to go, and I can go, but I don't know if it's a good idea. I'm hoping time will bring clarity.

Most things are out of my hands at this point. Worrying won't change that...please tell me some nice things?

Bridge Stories, long and boring to those not in the know

( All about bridge )

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Can't tear myself away from LJ today. I keep remembering things I meant to blog about. So here's one from last night. I went to my parents' house after the bridge game and plopped on their couch. I haven't watched TV in months, so I flipped to HBO and found City of Angels. Random tidbit: I was at the movie theater with Rafal seeing City of Angels when I first told him I loved him. I haven't really watched it since it first came out on video, though...it always made me cry like a baby, and even though I liked the film, it's hard to enjoy that feeling, but I was in a kind of "I need to cry" type mood yesterday anyway, so I watched it. I was 15 the last time I saw it, which was 8 years ago, but I have a pretty good memory. I wouldn't have been able to replay the plot for you before seeing it again, but I would've remembered things after seeing them again. It really jarred me then, at how much was brand new to me, even though I'd seen the movie dozens of times when it was new. It wasn't that I'd forgotten the stuff before, it was that I just didn't get it before. A lot of movies are like that for me, actually, but most of them were things I saw when I was younger. And I'm not talking just about sexual references, but general references to adult life - I just didn't get it at all when I was a young adult. Strange, because I thought I was pretty well in the know by that age, but I really, really must not have been. I can't think of any specifics, really...but it just really struck me how I take my own brain development and maturity (what little of that I have) for granted. Hmm. Weird.

So that's all, really. Has anyone else had this type of experience, where you're surprised to realize just how little you knew/understood something, when you thought you were getting it just fine at the time?

Peace.

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Oh man. I just got back from the gym. I had an appointment with my trainer tonight, which I paid for, otherwise I couldn't have been dragged there. But I'm glad I went, because it helps...but I really wanted to be in my bed instead. Jen kicked my ass, just like I told her to, starting with abs and doing some upper body as well. And good gracious are my abs sore now! One particular exercise really has me aching now...she got out this styrofoam tube thing, a cyllinder that's about three feet long and six inches in diameter. She had me put my spine on it, lift my legs up, and do front kicks while balancing on my back on this tube. Front kicks are hard enough, but add balancing on a tube that is shorter than your torso - fucking difficult. That works every muscle in the lower abdominal region - I shit you not, my crotch is feeling the burn now. Or maybe that's just the gonnorrhea...

;)

Peace.