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GRAVY! in Chicago 2007-02-04 — 12:34 a.m. |
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Amy, I totally appreciated the shout out to an Adam Vinson song in the title of your last post. I was listening to Adam Vinson with BB for a while before I left for Chicago! Speaking of Chicago, I am here right now! And so are you! You are sleeping on CCC's lap. He and Cameron and I just ate a pizza. I've been eating a TON of food lately. Cameron and I actually ate an entire sleeve of Ritz crackers by ourselves. Mmm. I'm having a lovely time in Chicago, even though it is actually -3 degrees outside. I'm a big fan of inside. The game show didn't quite work out ... the questions were FREAKING DIFFICULT, but I'm not allowed to write about them in a blog, so you'll just have to trust me that they were CRAZY HARD, so that's that. Our team didn't make it, but we had so much fun that it almost didn't matter ... almost. We did get to make awesome shirts out of the deal, even though mine says "Bobots" instead of "Robots." Hee hee ... Bobots. Did I mention how effing cold it is here? I don't think I'll ever complain that a 40-degree day in NC is cold again. That's still over 40 degrees warmer than it is here. Today on our way to the audition I zipped up my coat to my chin and my lips stuck to the zipper. Any exposed skin was freaking FREEZING. Even my eyeballs. I wanted a ninja mask. Tomorrow we're watching the superbowl and seeing how much deep dish pizza CCC can eat. He thinks he can do 4. I think that's impossible and will only throw him into a cheese coma. In other news, I really like Dave. I like him more than I planned on liking him. But I'm not overthinking this, or questioning my feelings, or feeling like I shouldn't feel this way, or anything like that, because that's the opposite of what my nice therapist lady would tell me to to do. So I like Dave and I am just going to enjoy the fact that I like him. Thank you, nice therapist lady. I went to see her on Wednesday, and she pretty much told me that I don't need to come see her anymore, unless of course I feel like I do. I don't think I do. I think I'm fine right now. Last time I talked to her, it only lasted 20 minutes and we were basically just chatting about stuff. The only thing that's still weighing on my mind is how to tell my Yia Yia when I go home to visit them in a few weeks. It'll be hard, but it has to get done, and I know everything will be OK. She adores Ryan, and she's obviously from an older generation, but I think she'll handle it fairly well. My dad doesn't think I should tell her the whole thing; he thinks I should just tell her we're having issues and we're splitting up, but I don't want her (or anyone else) to think that I'm giving up on my marriage because of something stupid. This isn't my fault. I'm certainly not telling her about Dave for a good long while. Okie dokie, I have to go spit out this gum and throw some stuff at Cameron. |
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