So yesterday after work was my first massage in a reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally long time. :D YAY! I've only had one before this - years ago when a high school friend of mine was attending massage therapy school and needed to do more intern massage hours. And now I'm hooked. Seriously, I won't let myself do this every week, but at least once a month!!!
Hayley and I had been trying to plan this out for sometime, and when we bought the last office ladies birthday massage gift certificate, she and I threw in for a 3-pack of 1-hour massages at the Relax Station in Kingwood.
That has to be the best $40 you can spend on an hour. I was pretty relaxed from our margarita lunch and the second we had to kill time before our appointment, but after getting all the knots and kinks worked out of me for an hour, I was useless. She even found a spot in my back that when she massaged and pressed on the points, I swear my arms and hands lifted off the table. Oh and I've never had some one massage my face, but gosh, I'm glad that was first because I would have drooled all over the place if it was at the end. I was quasi-awake for the whole thing and in a perfect inbetween of conscious and unconscious, hot and cold. I need to plan the next one a little better because my body was complete jello after that. I was having to actually say out loud "OK leg, time to push foot on the brake." Ha ha.
And then I came home. Had dinner with Zach, Denny, and Candy.
Zach told me he didn't want to go anywhere for our anniversary thing Friday. He's an ass. He says he just wants to relax today and that going to Shiner and all that didn't really sound all that fun. So my plans are ruined and all I've gotten him was a card. Which I know is more than he probably has done for me. So we probably won't celebrate anything this weekend, and we probably won't need to ever celebrate anniversaries again. I got pissed off and just shut down. And went to bed.
I did however have the best night of sleep I've had in a long time. I jumped out of bed thinking I was late for work this morning, realized that I was taking a vacation day, and laid there for the next hour thinking if I should really just stay home or go in to work anyway. After I gave in and went back to sleep, I had that weird dream again where I won the lottery from a scratch off. Something like $6-8 billion but I'm always some one else and always doing something different right before I win. I always wake up after losing the ticket and searching for it before I go to Austin. The dream is pretty random, but happens every so often. The details are always a little fuzzy and different, but I always have a leather jacket, end up in a swimming pool, and lose the ticket for a portion of time. Strange.
Off to my day/weekend of probably nothing. *le sigh*
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