One Week Down, Fifty-one to Go

Here's a thing about writing weekly. Those things that were once ho-hum will find their way into this journal. I guess that's a good thing.

Let's talk about the good stuff first. Plans are now underway for my Open House on January 27. I'm kinda of getting excited about it. I think it will be very interesting to see who comes. I have already found it intriguing to note who didn't respond with their addresses when I requested those. I think it will be a good time. My mom asked the other day if this would be a big drinking party. My parents want to come down and be supportive, but they don't want to come to a house party. I told them that I would rather have them there than alcohol. Mom said I was sweet, I said I know. The list has been given to Dana, and the invitations will be mailed out soon. I'm really looking forward to having friends and family over to see the new place.

Nothing is ever really "bad," but sometimes I do screw up. Last night, Dustin and I were out and we were having a really good time. I said something to him that crossed a line. A line I wasn't supposed to cross. I do that from time to time with my friends, but it really is never intentional. Dustin kind of looked at me funny when I said what I did, and I asked if he was mad. He said no, but I knew he was not pleased. When I finally realized what I had done, and why it upset him so much, I apologized. That's all you really can do when you screw up. I really felt bad about what I had said, but the damage was done. He took off leaving half a drink. That's how you know Dustin is upset, he never leaves a drink behind. (A moment of levity in a dark paragraph) He said he didn't want to talk about it right then, but anyone who knows me knows that's really a hard thing for me to do. It kind of ruined my day that I had upset a friend like that. I hope I didn't end a friendship because of a thoughtless comment.

It's Friday night! I love the weekend. This weekend I'm going to try to get in to work and do some overtime. Who can't use the money? So, tonight, I'm probably gonna turn on the History channel and pass out on the couch. The History channel makes me have some weird dreams. The other night, I dreamed I was a mechanic for a race car driver. I woke up and it was a commercial for auto mechanic school. Lord knows what I'll be tonight.