I had a really nice weekend, with the almost exactly correct amounts of relaxing, productivity, and time with friends and family. I was fed grilled hamburgers 2 of the 4 nights, and I went out dancing on another. I laundered a lot of clothes, organized pictures, did some writing, did some reading, caught up on my sleep, and watched my ReplayTV.
The only sad part about the weekend was that it had to end so quickly: even though it was four whole days, it didn't seem long enough. I wish I was still enjoying it.
I've been in a pretty quiet mood recently. Despite lots of thoughts running through my head, I haven't actually written much in my journal at all. I haven't even responded to the many (wonderfully helpful!) comments and advice I received regarding my woeful lack of a fashion sense. (Thank you guys, you're truly awesome. I'll be responding eventually, really, I will!) I haven't chatted much with my coworkers. I haven't been calling my friends. When I've actually gotten together with people I've had a great time, and I've been pretty social...but I haven't actively tried to go out or anything, and I've spent a lot of time at home alone.
B called me on the phone last night, and he asked me if I was okay. We haven't conversed much recently, and when we do, I just haven't been very talkative or enthusiastic. I'm fine, I really am, I'm just....a bit quiet. Sometimes I have lots to say. Sometimes I'd rather just sit peacefully somewhere and not say much at all. Perhaps I'll have more to say later.