Boohoo

I was feeling pretty glum on my way back from Bretagne Friday. I had a rough week with my co-worker, and I just sat there on the train having an "woe is me" moment. One of the only things I really mind about being single is constantly coming home to an empty house after my trips, and never having anyone there waiting for me. Compounded with my shitty week, it just seemed downright depressing this time. So much so that I was considering not going to rhumrhums; I felt like doing nothing more than sitting on the couch and feeling sorry for myself.

But then I walked in the door and picked up my mail. And for once, instead of just bills, I had mail from actual people. I got a pretty postcard from Jenny and a New Year's card from L&B, plus a package from my co-workers. I finally have the right to company clothing, so I figured that's what it was. And it was - but they'd also filled the box full of goodies. My first care package, after all this time! I now have 8 boxes of mac & cheese, 2 bags of peanut butter cups and 2 big jars of PB. Plus a lovely note thanking me for all the hard work I do over here. So thanks to all of you guys for giving me a much needed boost (and to everyone else who left me a nice comment on my last post).

And while all of that wasn't enough to completely get me out of my funk, it was enough to at least get me off my a** and out the door Friday night. Two and a half rhumrhums later, I was still feeling a bit down, but I was buoyed after spending time with friends. And then I danced away the last of the gloomies in a club last night, finally rolling into just before 8am this morning. Which meant that I slept right through my plans of eating sushi with friends near Montparnasse, but on the upside, I am feeling a million times better - it's amazing what a night out on the town followed by a long sleep can do for a girl. And on that note, I am going back to bed. Even though I only got up three hours ago.