Ahhh gotta love Mondays! NOT! I wish I was still curled up in my bed "talking to the wall" as Mike informs me that I often do lol. He says I talk in my sleep almost every night. Apparently I mumble, and talk softly so he can't understand what I'm saying. But the other week he said I was rambling on about my glasses and then started laughing. Poor guy... oh well, it could be worse. At least I don't snore haha.

I'm just glad that I made it through the weekend. The visitors have left and I can breathe freely again. I was expecting the visit to be wayyyyy worse than it actually was. I love it when I'm pleasantly surprised! The dude is Mike's best friend from high school, and the wife happened to tag along. In past experiences the wife was brutal to me. She's a teacher, and I was telling her one time how I was horrible at math and she told me that I had a learning disability and all this crap. She'd always talk to me like a child and it was humiliating. I dreaded this visit. But it actually went ok. As soon as she found out that I had "moved in" her whole attitude changed. We had some long talks... she asked me some very blunt questions, and that was that. Rude, blunt, condescending people just rub me the wrong way- but she seems to be getting better, thankfully.

Now onto the "Becca thing"... I've attempted to talk and patch things up but she couldn't even make time for that so I'm done. My feelings are hurt, but my feelings being temporarily hurt over a lost friendship is much better then being continuously hurt by an inconsiderate best friend who can't make time for me. Honestly I feel better already. She hasn't been around that much in the past several months anyways so it hasn't been too hard making the transition. I've been making new friends at work, and rekindling old friendships so it's actually worked out great.Going to dinner with two girls from work tonight. So that should be fun. Then I hung out with my cousin Fri night, and childhood friend last night. Trying my best to fill up my schedule so I don't mope around feeling sorry for myself.