Nothing to say

Nothing exciting to say, really. The weekend ended on a pretty crappy note and it hasn't really totally picked itself back up. I hate that we have so many things to work out in our relationship when there is so much love there. Why does that happen, really? I think sometimes we're just in two completely different places, relationship-wise.

My director at work came back today after two and a half weeks away in St. John (poor baby, I know). The very first thing she said to me was that she thought I was losing weight. That's really bizarre, because a) I don't really look like I'm losing weight, and b) is she looking at me? Like, on a regular basis? Weirdness. At least I got to let her know that Survivor is on tomorrow instead of Thursday. Of course, that paves the way for the American Idol results show.

Between my new television obsessions and my new gym obsession, I've been completely lax in answering e-mail and communicating with the general public. Apologies to anyone I haven't answered or have blown off. Events of the weekend sure didn't help any, but really, I should get on the ball with my correspondence. It's just so easy to ignore it all - by the time I finish work, go to the gym, work out, come home, and eat something for dinner it's usually 9:00 or so. It's too much for me right now.

Maybe I'm having a mini meltdown or something. I just don't feel like myself at all.