Still Down But Fighting Back

I didn't go to Weight Watchers this morning. I know I should have, but I had such a lousy night's sleep that all I wanted to do after taking the boys to school was come home and go back to bed. Unfortunately, by the time I did get back home, I was wide awake. I also couldn't face finding out I'd put even half a pound back on in the past week since I didn't do a great job on my diet. If I'd gone, I probably could have faced it and moved on. There's another meeting tonight, and I might decide to pluck up the courage to go.

I managed to sleep long enough to have strange dreams. Okay, nothing new there. I always have strange dreams. This time I dreamed of David Letterman, Larry Bird, the room in the garage of my parents' house and my old drill team uniform. I knew I'd dream something like that after chatting with Eric yesterday. When we were teenagers, we used to spend hours on the phone (even though we only lived around the corner from each other), until David Letterman came on. Then he had to get off the phone to watch it. At least that's how I remember it. Eric was also a bit fan of Larry Bird from the Boston Celtics. I think he was amazed that I remembered. What I didn't tell him was that I remember when we broke up, he called me playing "Hard for Me to Say I'm Sorry" by Chicago over and over again. If I'd only listened ...

Well, hindsight's 20/20, isn't it? If I only knew then what I know now.

Still, between my chat with Eric and rejoining my high school's forum after about 10 months away, I've decided that one of the first things I'm going to save up for after I get a real job next year (following, I hope, passing all my modules in my third year at university) is a trip to Texas. I'm feeling really homesick now, which is funny because I could probably count the number of times in the past seven and a half years I've been homesick on one hand. I haven't missed living in Texas because I love it here, but I've missed my family and friends, and that seems worse just now.