Sam and I turned two.
Right now I feel very depressed. But that's okay. I have been in bed since last night, and that's okay. I don't want to be around people, and that's okay.
Friday night we spent at Hotel Helix in DC, and it was wonderful to not have to drive almost two hours to get home. We walked to Cafe Green, which is quickly becoming one of my all-time favorite restaurants. Walked around Dupont, got sweet things, Sam bought me some of the beautiful new Penguin Classics clothbound books which I've drooled over since I first spotted. The hotel was swanky. We had free drinks, got kinda tipsy (well I did; his drink was basically straight whiskey but I don't think he felt it for long), ate sweet things, had amazing sex most of the afternoon and night. It was blissful.
Saturday was Record Store Day. Once again we didn't get there in time to get all the good stuff, but we didn't come away empty-handed. Got yummy sorbetto, walked around, went to the head shop for a bead curtain (couldn't find one), got Smoothie King, got par-baked Joe Squared for us and my parents, visited parents, watched Court's dance competition DVD (she's wonderful). I actually didn't feel too anxious there. I love my family.
Friday and Saturday, I felt more myself than I have in a long time. I felt wonderful. I'm so in love.
Right now, I'm finding it difficult to be functional. I'm not sure what happened, but I don't need to know. I'm okay with it.
