Ugh. This week has been crawling by at a snail’s pace. I’m leaving for a weekend trip to Chicago tomorrow. I can’t wait until this day is over.

The weather here is overcast, cold, windy, and just generally miserable. I can’t wait for Spring. The winter never really bothered me before but that was probably because I just sat on my fat behind and didn’t care about what was going on outside. I’ve been wanting to do longer workouts, but the thought of riding on my trainer just isn’t appealing at all. And I really hate getting dressed in layers and layers of clothes to go running outside. I just want to be able to run in shorts and a t-shirt. Is that so much to ask? One of my good friends is in San Diego, of course, and calls me on a regular basis to let me know how nice it is out there. Bastard. But I’ll be in the Caribbean before too long, so he’s going to get his!

I’ve still be thinking quite a bit about Dylan this week. A few of my friends were hit harder by the whole thing and I was almost feeling guilty for not feeling as bad as they had. I suppose that I really only knew him and interacted with him for one year as opposed to my other friends who knew him for two or three years (or more) in that capacity. Still, he’s probably the closest person to me that I’ve known that’s passed away. I was reading his obituary yesterday and just found out that he was supposed to get married in just two months. Having just gotten engaged, that really hits close to home. I hope his family and fiance are all hanging in there. :(