Hooked into a machine.

So I already failed at blogging for five minutes each day. To be fair, I feel awkward blogging with John laying right next to me, since inevitably, most of what I write about is gonna be about him. Whatever.

Apparently posting the last post wasn't such a good idea. Or perhaps putting it on FB wasn't. Even my mama read it. Oops. Oh well. Honesty is the best policy [in most cases] so I make no apologies.

Last night, my bff was texting me about how great being single is. As much as I love John and love being with him, sometimes I srsly miss being single and having no one to answer to. Especially lately, since John and I can't seem to see eye-to-eye on anything. Mostly the whole Skye issue. I don't even know what to do about it anymore, so I think I'm just admitting defeat. I can't tell him what to do and I don't want to. So if he wants to keep talking to her, even if it is about strictly platonic things, I just need to get over it. I mean, it's irrational for me to be upset anyway. But I can't help but be irrational about it. It sucks.

What else. There are top secret plans in the works! I'm excited for them to unfold. But I'm also really stressed out about them. The next three weeks are gonna be intense. I've been suffering from, like, anxiety attacks lately. My chest just gets this super sharp pain in it. I'm hoping it'll go away soon. We'll see, I guess.

Tonight is another adventure in vegan Sunday night dinners. For those of you not in the know, a few of my AmeriCorps friends [Sky and Molly] and I began to have vegan dinners once a week. Since I'm vegan, the dinners are always vegan, and they've started to include more people. Obviously John, since he's living here, and on occasion, Tory, Freddy or Leeann. Tonight, Taylor is joining, and we'll see who else shows up. It's a Hanukkah-themed meal, since Sky is Jewish, and I'm really excited for it. John and I will hopefully be baking dreidl cookies, but if not, there will at least be cookies around.

I'll try to be less John-centric in future posts. But I make no promises.

-Laura