Wow... its been awhile!

Ok.. so much has happened, mainly involving Daniel. But that chapter is over. And I suddenly see my life return to me. All the things I like to do: go out, converse, drink, enjoy. Wear my Cherry Blossom perfume which immediately takes me back to Paris. Oh the life of bon temps...I forgot who I was, as I feel/felt genetically altered by the Dan-inspired chaos and epithets. Two nights ago, my trainer, John, told me that I am sending off the wrong vibes of "do not talk to me" since I am wearing my Grandmother's wedding ring and not in the least flirtatious. He said I am too aloof, too constrained. All true. Though its really, I'm just not in the mood to date. Work out yes. Drink yes. But date, no. So we ended up talking about Nelly videos and drinking three cocktails and then heading out for late night French fries. There is something so wickedly decadent about having fries with mayonnaise at 2 in the morning -- with your trainer, no less -- 4 hours before you have to catch a plane. No wonder I forgot to pack my housekeys... And so when I got to Ft. Worth, keyless and carless, I didn't panic. I can be in Fort Worth. The ground zero of all things Dan, and nothing feels as wonderful as sleeping in your own bed knowing you are going to recover thanks to a regimen of the gym, red wine and French fries... I am consciously seeking a steady diet of encouragement and kindness.