there's no crying in baseball

Either this is an uncharacteristically sunny winter or the lack of natural light in my old place hid this all from me. I've woken up almost every morning to blinding sunlight in my eyes. It's magical.
I don't sleep with the blinds closed. I don't really like total darkness unless i'm in a hotel. For some reason all hotels have the capability to make it pitch black at 3 in the afternoon, which offers the opportunity to tear them open dramatically and wreck vampire-ish havoc on whoever's still sleeping.
Anyway, I like skyline light... a lot. It's like a big giant Christmas tree outside. So I end up being blinded around 9am every morning. which is why I'm up blogging before 11. because all the fun people are still sleeping off last night. and if pirate would just confirm he's at least at home, i'd send pizza over there.
this weekend has gone by too fast. on the list of napping, partying, 1:1 bonding, falling in love, sleeping, reading, socializing, learning something new, shopping and treatyoself-ing, i've done like 4. guess which...
sigh...
need to get this chili into the slow cooker so i can beat the pirate at our chili cook off contest. but i am le tired...
20 something wine night was a blasty as always. is really fun to have nights where you can half catch up with 30 people you haven't seen in a while. is like, efficient socializing.
of course it was mildly heartbreaking to experience what has previously just been just not inviting me out anymore to actual awkward in person small talks. not putting any negative feelings out in the universe. it just breaks my heart a little and i can't make it make sense. he hurt me, i hurt him. and none of that involves anyone else. but people choose sides and when you're not the side chosen, you want reasons. and there really aren't any. well there aren't any that don't involve judgement from the people you thought loved you.
okay enough about that.
it's below 40 outside and i'm burning up here by the window.
debating a shower. sometimes yesterday's makeup looks hotter than today's half ass primping.
think i'll throw this (epic) chili in the cooker and go spend some money.

#fackall