The weekend comes to an end. I played tennis this morning with Rancy and gave up in the middle of the 2nd set cause I was so frustrated with my hitting. I asked him what was wrong with me. He demonstrated by getting me back on the court for 5 more minutes against my wishes and throwing the ball at me. I learned my hit preparation isn't the best and I rush the hit. So I will work on that next Friday at doubles.

I'm recognizing that it's ok to be single. But I've been "seeing" this guy named Steve, and it's the very first time I've met someone intelligent, sensitive, masculine, attractive AND interested in me. But I don't know what will happen when I move to Irvine. It's not in my control, so I'll just see how things go with him. But he's a very sweet guy, and I love his kooky Aikida dog named Hormone; he was abused as a pup and is very skiddish around people.

Today is my 7th day of sobriety. I went to an NA Speaker Meeting and listened to Glenn share his experiences with shooting heroin for 12 or so years. It's amazing how someone can loose so much time to prison terms and not be regretful of the past. I need to remember that the past is not wasted. On the eve of moving to Irvine I was thinking, while cleaning my room finally, about what life was like 5 years ago when I moved back to San Diego. I was enrolled in an English class I have still yet to finish. I started regretting the time I've wasted these last 5 years with my school endeavors. So I need to remember the past is not wasted.

I need to get back to cleaning my room; I'm almost done with my initial "filing" project where I sort the wreckage of the last 5 years into smaller, more manageable piles to be later sorted again into yet smaller, more manageable piles until I'm ultimately done. I have this huge "bills" pile that I'm NOT looking forward to. But got to face it so I can take care of my finances and move on with my life.