I worked on the painting for about an hour this evening, the first time I've been able to get back to it since Saturday. It's coming along well, slowly but surely.
Had a sardine sandwich and a salad for dinner. Worked on my freelance project a bit, too. Made tomorrow's breakfast and lunch and put them in a sack in the fridge where I can grab it on my way out the door tomorrow morning.
It's nice getting to use the big room so much now. I don't feel so cramped all the time now. There was a strange suffocating quality to the way my apartment was arranged in the past and that's gone. I've discovered how to put the futon down without help, too, so now in the evenings I put it down and in the morning I put it back up as a couch. I don't mind sleeping on it as a couch, but the fact that now I CAN put it down is novel, so I do.
This Friday at work there's some sort of social mixer thing planned for all the people in the creative department. I'm sort of dreading it. It's going to shoot my Friday to hell and I'll probably get home really late. Normally I wouldn't really care, but I haven't been out to Neo in three weeks now and it's starting to make my soul feel heavy. Given the option I'll take Neo over a work party any day, but I feel like I SHOULD go to the work thing, so I probably will. And no, I'm not going to do both in the same night. I want to feel remotely human on Saturday morning, so that means only one or the other; I know myself all too well.