Espresso Liqueur

I am tired. I went to bed too late last night. And then my pooch woke me up at 3:30 in the morning to go potty. Then I snacked a bit and went back to bed. All of this made me a half hour late this morning. And being kind of buzzed before going to bed didn't really help either.

Yesterday was a good day, though. So, being tired is kind of worth it in my eyes. I took a half day from work in order to go to therapy and then had planned on going to class. However !No Hay Clase! as the syllabus says. Woo-hoo! (I've been saying "woo-hoo" alot lately... but I guess that's a good thing. After therapy I went to the bank. And I started my savings account specifically for moving out. I am so excited about this. I have alot of work to do to be ready but I'm up for it. It's going to take me some time to save up for it but I'll just keep tossing as much money in there as I can.

After that I worked out and took care of some stuff around the house. The work out felt great and I plan to get on top of that again today. I want to go buy a bike. I think that'll be kickass. I'm using my parents' treadmill right now and my workout videos and DVDs. Cancelled my gym membership but it could take up to a month and a half to go through so I think I will probably still go there on occasion. When I can. Maybe tomorrow... maybe Sunday. Depending on the weather and if I decide to go get a bike or not.

After all that, I spoke briefly to my ill friend. It was the first time he has sounded down (besides the day of diagnosis). I wish I could just do more than let him know I care. However, it seems that's all I have available to me.

Then it was off to dinner at Monk's Cafe. http://www.monkscafe.com/. I shall probably plan a meetup there. I like it alot and the food was good. My bud came and met up with me and my new Iranian friend. It was a good time.

And, last, but certainly not least, is the time I then spent with the cutest guy ever. We talked for a while, shared some of his espresso flavored liqueur, and then went back to his place. Weird moment. All three of his roommates came out onto his porch while we were sitting on my parents' porch. We both got quiet and then I thought of an excuse to have him go out back with me. So, we did. When we got inside the house, on the way to the back I told him the truth. That his roommates being outside made me feel uncomfortable. He said it did the same thing to him. I didn't ask at the time but I wonder why it made him uncomfy. I doubt I'll remember to ask later.