I've always made it a point not to lose hobbies just because I associate them with other people; I don't want to stall my enjoyment of something or my growth within it.
But that association is natural, and honestly it really sucks when you want to share your growth and enjoyment and discovery with someone, and they're not in your life anymore.
Over the weekend, I got ridicously drunk because this party had an unlimited Sex on the Beach bar. They were delicious but my god, did I want to die the next day. I've never felt more healed by anything in my life than by the Whole Foods sushi I got at like 11 a.m. the next day (in my defense, we didn't get home until 3...). Anyway. Yeah. The fatty salmon, that vinegary rice... I was a changed woman.
That party was actually really fun and it was the first time I've just had that kind of "chill time" in a while. The most I could complain about is that I didn't get to eat as much buffalo chicken dip as drunk me wanted, but y'know.
Win some, lose some.
It getting dark at 4:30 p.m. is a real slog for me, personally. I feel like my days are full of lazing about and not even in a fun way. Like, a bear in the cave, longing to leave. Hibernation avoided, but at what cost.
I've been working really hard at improving my understanding of HTML and CSS, so a new theme should be on the horizon. Really I need to spend more time working on my lengthy Christmas craft list (yet another year where I've procrastinated... no matter how early I start, I always end late). But instead of doing that, or cleaning, or learning more about how to use my Linux setup, I'm just going to make the silliest little website in the whole world and I'm very excited about it.
I've got a bit of a headache today. I look forward to sleeping well tonight and I hope for sweet dreams. I've been stalked and followed in most of them for the past week or so. Prayers for a peaceful night.