Good times

After some parties with friends (including some questionable times that I will describe in slightly more detail) and a comfy, cozy sunday. I can say this: I'm good. I went for a run today for the first time in a while. It feels good to be healthy. Also had a fairly okay rehearsal with the organ guy. Good to be working on that too. Okay, now the questionable stuff. Although, it's not so much questionable as it was good to realize some things. Most important: I am super, super, very much waaaaaaaay worth more than being the one on the side. Jungs! Reißt euch zusammen. It's cute that you want to figure yourself out or whatever. I'm flattered that you find me attractive, even if your girlfriend is in the vicinity. But I am, simply put, so much better than that. Been there, done that whole high-school game. I deserve better. It begs the question though: am I not being specific enough with my inquiries to the Universe? I'm getting kind of almost exactly what I'm asking for. Almost. Going to work on that request, like so many other things in my life. Working in a better direction. Listen Here, Powers that Be!