twenty-something

I took a long and accidental nap after work tonight, and I'm beginning to think I shouldn't have. I woke more exhausted-er than when I crashed, rather disoriented, slightly moody, and, oddly, with many of the bones in my body aching. I took some Advil, and that's helped somewhat, but still—what the fuck? Why do my bones hurt? Why am I so beat? I fear I'm getting sick.

In other self-indulgent news, I met my future husband today. And by future husband, I do not mean Duncan Sheik, Gavin DeGraw, or any other singer/songwriters, straight porn stars, or handsome male models. No, I mean an actual, honest-to-goodness, real-life gay man—college-educated, my age, cute, good-named, big-nosed, brown-haired, big-eyed, large-handed, and—gasp—in Vermont. Of course, he was just visiting good ole VT—but he could be here in the near future. And though there'd be virtually no chance at anything with cute-guy-with-a-great-name, even if he does come to Burlington, I can't stop thinking about him. And that makes another bone ache.

No, it doesn't really. It's not like that. But I couldn't resist the *ahem* joke.

It was sunny today, and my office was a sauna before I left for the day. It was nice. Gives me hope that spring might actually come this year. And soon.