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I think all my creative writing skills fell out of my brain this morning when I was lying in bed fighting with my will before I actually got out of bed about twenty minutes before I had to leave the house. Creative writing, why hast thou left me?

Since January first I've lost ten and a half pounds. I am becoming a whore for the gym. I go with Merry and I've gone a few times with my little sister, but I go alone too and I really enjoy it. Thirty minutes on an elliptical, walk a few times around the track, go home. I feel amazing after and I sleep so well. When Merry and I go I usually do a lot more, but it's just something nice to do that makes me feel good and look better. I think I'm going to plan on swimming once a week soon; I love to swim, and it works all your muscles and is fun. However, walking out into the frigid 14 degree weather with wet hair doesn't sound that appealing to me. Yes, I've heard for hair dryers, no I have no desire to use one more than once a day.

I need to do laundry so bad. I hate laundry... more than anything else I hate laundry. I am the girl that buys new clothes instead of washing what she has. I am not ashamed of that.

My little sister wants to learn to cook. I am pleased that I not only taught her to drive (sort of) but now will be teaching her to cook. Cooking is one of my favorite things. I'd teach anyone who wanted to learn.

Ellen being gone is starting to hit me hard. I am getting used to her absence, but my heart still aches. Last night I dreamt she and Andi both died one day apart. It was the worst dream I've had in a while. I woke up crying at least three times because every time I would fall back asleep I'd be right back in the dream and the grief was insurmountable. I used to have nightmares a lot, it was one of the things I talked to my therapist about often... since I've been less crazy I haven't really had anything that unsettling. I hope this isn't coming back. I really don't think I could live in fear of sleeping again.

Today I get to leave work early to go babysit. This is awesome for two reasons: I get to leave early and I get to be paid twice. I didn't tell my boss I was leaving and he is rarely ever here so we're good.

I like Tom. Like really like him. I could go on but I won't. Saturday night we got drunk and talked about things and watched The Never Ending Story. I also made him a chocolate cake. If you make a guy a chocolate cake and he doesn't put out you're doing something wrong.

Just like if you buy a girl something shiny. Please don't ask why girls like shiny things... it doesn't even make sense to us. But, walk us past jewelry and I bet 90% will look, and the other 9.86% will want to. (I do allow room for the occasional girl who doesn't like jewelry)

Anyways, I really like him for reasons I won't mention because he happened to find my blog and I don't want him reading this and getting a bigger head than he already has. It's weird dating someone I actually knew prior to our first date. the internet dating things has basically changed the way I look at dating. This normal way most people do it will take a little getting used to.

I may have sort of decided to pull myself off match dot com for this guy. I canceled my two dates last week... (and that guy from Fridays post was a tool. He kept sending me pictures of himself doing every day tasks... why would I want that?) This is a weird decision. Men from the internet make sense to me, I expect less and know that more likely than not they are probably at least a little bit crazy. Real life men are the ones that are over my head. Tom is proving to be interesting to say the least. And he's hilarious. And so so cute. *swoon*

While I pick my tongue off the floor and try to stop drooling let me fill you in on other fantastic things that are happening. I found my new favorite band of the moment. They are called Mumford & Sons. Look them up. You won't be disappointed.