while the bread bakes

I'm kind of tired and not in a desperately good mood ( I don't quite know why ) but I have the time to blog right now because I just put in some white chocolate cranberry banana nut bread in the oven, so I have to stay up for it. I don't have high hopes of it turning out too splendid though because the batter was super thick, like in cookies, and I already cut out some of the dry stuff. I just thought it would be better a little drier than adding an ingredient after i had mixed everything else together. We'll see :) I mean, I like everything that went into it.

So, like my comment said, I'm not going to New York tomorrow. My mom couldn't get the ticket. But I haven't gotten a hold of Susan even, our neighbor, who is the one that has the IMG connection, so it's probably for the best. I also haven't gotten a hold of the guy that knows the booker at Next in Miami, so my plan b of going to Miami on Thursday might be out the window as well. I didn't tell work that I'd be available those days again yet. I still have hopes for thursday and we're hosting an overbooked private event those days, so I wasn't particularly looking forward to getting eaten alive by old people tomorrow. Plus, it's Cory's day off work.

Cory. The new boy in my life. Haha. Um, so I really think I like him. Which is a good thing, different from how I felt about Logan. He is 24 years old. Shaved brown hair (he cut it 2 weeks ago, it used to be dreads past his shoulders). Skinny. Vegan. Works in a bike shop. On parole till January for possession. Loves the beach, plays guitar, kite boards, has a water bed and hammock in his room. His house. Hhhmmm. Love it. The more I hang out with him, the more he surprises me and contradicts/surpasses my expectations (in a good way). What can I say, I adore the boy. And I get the vibe that he is as genuinely (if not more) into me as I am into him.

My bread smells delicious.

I think I'm going to wake up and go to the garden in the morning before my exercise class tomorrow. I need to get out there again, 2 days seems like I'm distancing myself. I was late paying my credit card and it over drafted because the gym charged me $60 instead of $40 (the $20 was apparently for the past and new abs and butt classes I do on Saturday). It's frustrating that I was late (my fault ) and that my account overdrafted by $4 (their fault) but I'm not as annoyed or angry or stressed as I usually got when stuff like that happens. My minimum payment is $100 more than what it used to be and I just kind of feel ok about it. I need to pay that fucking card off, so at least this will force me to do it faster.

The bread is out. I'm tired. Love.