Two nights ago I couldn't fall asleep. My first thought was that it was because I was sleeping alone, as I had been in my boyfriend's bed for the previous few nights. So yesterday, when Chris told me that he would sleepover last night, I, of course, was looking forward to getting a true night's worth of sleep.

Except that didn't happen...at all.

While we were sitting in front of the couch watching all possible cheesy reality shows, I couldn't stop yawning...I mean, I was wiping down my yawning tears like a crazy person. So, at around 11:15, I gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him that I was going to read in bed. He said he'd join me any minute.

As I laid in bed reading my new fave book, I knew I was about to fall asleep the second I put it down. But just as I was about to fall asleep, Chris came in to lay down. So I woke up.

We were talking a bit before bed (which was helping me fall asleep), but the second we turned the lights off, I was up. Not up like, "oh, I am SOOO relaxed", but up like, "I feel like running a mile".

I finally fell asleep around two, and when my alarm clock went off at seven this morning, first thing I thought was "tonight, I'm sleeping ALONE".

This morning I got my ass up to work out, which is a good thing, but I can't stop eating all day, which is a bad thing...

Guess you can't win 'em all.

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Don't you love how you can look forward to every weekend through the whole week and expect it to be the best two days ever, and when Monday morning comes, all you can think of was how exhausting it was? That was this weekend for me.

Friday after work, I met my family for a really rushed dinner at a very slow-serviced Vegan restaurant. The dinner made me so nervous, as we had exactly 55 minutes to sit down, order, eat, pay, and get home before a few other family members were coming over. And not for a good reason, either. We got together as a family (which we rarely do anyway) to go over how we are gonna go about getting my late grandfather's trustee for his estate to step down. Yes, I could definitely think of better Fridays.

All I wanted to do was go to Chris's house and drink a glass of wine in his hot tub. However, by the time I got there, it was ten pm and I was so drained and annoyed from the aforementioned event that I could hardly keep my eyes open. And because I wasn't jumping up and down in excitement when I got there, we ended up getting into a 1 hour "discussion" of how we are getting to be a boring couple. I know, the night just keeps on getting better and better. We finally made up and I fell asleep after an hour of "Back to the Future II".

Saturday was a little better, as we spent the day shopping, getting our cars washed, and I got my nails done. At night, we went out on a "date"- our first in a long, long time. Drinks, dinner, and then more drinks at a karaoke bar where I found myself singing "I will Survive" in front of who I thought were my best fans. Looking back on it, probably not so much.

Sunday was supposed to be our "relaxing" day, but we ended up spending it buying a couch (something my boyfriend needed like I need by grande nonfat latte every morning-desperately), rearranging his living room, and going to meet friends while eating way too much cheese and probably drinking way too much wine. But that was fun.

And Monday morning came, and all I wanted was for it be Friday so that I could have a couple of days to unwind and relax. Tough luck, Dana.

It's Friday! Yay!

I know I haven't updated all week but I've just been so consumed with this amazing new job I just got. Let me just tell you that a job can go from something you may LOVE or HATE depending on how you feel about your bosses.

My last job, didn't love so much. Maybe that's because of my absolutely psychotic, anal, perfectionist, emotional fuckwit boss I had.

This job...LOVE! I work in amazing offices overlooking the beautiful hills and city of Los Angeles, with a perfect view of the huge billboards on Sunset Blvd. (including the gi-normous "I HEART SEX AND THE CITY" one that drapes over a skyrise building). My bosses are great, one is a hot thirty-five year old gay guy, the other a sweetheart 30 year old who really likes me. It's great.
In turn, I work harder at my job and I don't mind putting in the extra effort.

Other than that, my sister is flying back from her trip to Italy today so it's family night tonight, and boyfriend day and night tomorrow- ;)

Have a WONDERFUL weekend!

So, I LOVED my first day at work.

I went to sleep last night fairly easily (which is quite a feat for me, especially the night before stating a new gig) and woke up refreshed and excited. I went downstairs to my gym for a half hour workout (no, I will NOT wake up before 7 if I have anything to do with it) and got ready fast where I even had time to spare to check my email and eat some cereal. Except the milk had gone bad.

Driving to work was like a motivational tool. I told myself that no matter whether the job was good or bad, I would still work really hard and show my bosses that I was worth hiring. I got into the office to find really nice people who seemed genuinely happy to meet me. I was given the once-over of what my job was and how I was to go about it, and that was that- I was left to work.

And I did, happily.

I met Chris at Whole Foods after work and he could automatically see that I was happier in my new job. He wasn't wrong. Yes, I know, I could easily be jumping the gun because you never know how things work out, but from the looks of it, even a bad day here would be better than a good day at my last job.

Ahhh, I can finally breathe- for now.

Why are Sunday nights always depressing? Is it because the weekend's over and tomorrow is the beginning of a new week? Or is it because I'm still getting over the few too many glasses of wine I had last night? Hmm...

Tomorrow I start my new job. I'm in freelance so I know that the job wont last too long, but I still hope that it'll be amazing. At my sister's grad school graduation last month, the speaker said that he always went by the "TGIM" policy: Thank God It's Monday. I still have yet to find a job where I really feel that way. It's funny, I always have these dreams of being this incredibly successful woman in just a few years, preferably in the entertainment business. On my last job, I would go over to one of the big networks quite often, and would stare and admire these female executives. They would walk around, scripts in one hand, cellphone in the other, people kissing their ass as they walk through the hallway, and I always wanted to be just like them. Do what I love and make good money out of it, have an article written about me in the Hollywood Reporter...

Am I asking too much?

Well, I must get a good night's sleep tonight, as tomorrow is a new day :)

The infamous first posting...

What to write?

I could talk about the fact that today is my last day at my job.

Or about the fact that I have laundry coming out of my ears, yet I still didn't say no to an after-work margarita.

How about my eyebrows, and how bad I need them waxed.

Or about the new books I am reading, and the new music on my IPod.

Or I can just say hi, and you know, break the ice.

So there.