Ouch! Has it been over a month since I last wrote? Bad Sarah, bad!

Though I'm not really sure what to write. A lot has happened, but a lot of it has mostly settled into routine. I still have no chest of drawers for my room, so my clothes are still all piled somewhat "neatly" on the floor of my closet. I'm still seeing Nick, though that will change in a couple weeks as his weekends suddenly become full, and probably also because this coming weekend, for his birthday, he hopes I will have a chance to talk to S'mores for him.

I wish I hadn't offered to do that.

I still love my bed, but have started to be able to get out of it before 4 p.m., which is good and gives me time to do things with my day, like work on my garden. I have half the patch I want to play with weeded, and half the plants I want to try and grow -- mostly herbs -- are stuck in the ground. Maybe I should be adding some sort of fertilizer or mulch or something, but I'm too broke at the moment to afford it. Today, since it is sunny again, I perhaps should finish up that weeding.

I also need to go pick up as much of Nick's birthday present as I can, since I drive up to spend the weekend with him tomorrow morning.

It will be good for me to spend a good many weeks apart from him, I think. I need to start going out and meeting other people. My list of friends to hang out with it dwindling, what with Nick mooning after someone else, Stephan moving to Boston at the end of the summer, Shortie busy with her church-stuff, and John spending all his time with his new girlfriend. And, of course, the fact that Steph and Jenny are both down in L.A. ... hideous Los Angeles. Shudder.

Most of the reason I am so broke is because I joined the Jewish Community Center; not because I feel like I need a tie back to my roots -- far from it, plus half of the center's members aren't Jewish at all -- but more because they have a gym with a pool and I really need to start exercising again. This morning after work was my second day. My first was embarrassing -- I could only last 10 minutes. Today was better, in that I kept moving for a straight 30 minutes or so. I like it already. Already I'm feeling invigorated when I get home, if a little sore in my left arm. ;P

See now why I haven't posted in over a month? Lots of things, but none of them interesting.

I did dream about Eric again; he had forgiven me and reluctantly allowed me back into his life. Wishful dreaming, I suppose. Too bad ... it felt nice.

Gah.

Wait until I fall in love again ... then it'll get interesting, I'm sure. Though this time around, I'll try not to kiss-and-tell so much.