You're not boring....

I'm just sleepy. And I don't like folk music too much. Saturday was a day of no sleep for me. I stayed up to go to breakfast with my dad but while I was waiting for him to get going I started pulling all the weeds out of my front garden. So I did that all morning and then started my day with all the stuff I had made plans for, and I was booked solid for the whole night. So at a ChickFest with some comedians and then singers, I was falling asleep. Went back to a party that was already over. Went dancing. Got told by someone I knew that I had been single too long and was too femmy now. And told by a business contact that I looked smokin' hot both in person and then in the same email as some information I had asked for previous to seeing her out and about. Met another woman that all my friends are trying to push on me and we're so incompatible at a core level that it would be ridculous to pursue it. (She's sober, I'm not. Deathly allergic to dogs, I have three kinda stuff). And Sunday after my mother's day fiasco got to see my str8 friends (six this time, a veritable crowd in comparison to previous weeks) and then played pool with two chickas I know. Walked back to my truck and came home to play Dr. Mario and pass out. Bliss.