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Not an official link-up, but I got the inspiration from the delightful Danielle of Sometimes Sweet. 

Reading: Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter by Seth Grahame-Smith, which was a birthday gift from my boss. She either knows I enjoy vampire stories, or agrees with the rest of my friends that I sometimes resemble Abraham Lincoln (Only with a beard on, they say! One time, I tried on a beard…). This book started off incredibly strong, until about halfway through when my attention started to dwindle. I’ve been “finishing” this book for two weeks now. I’d still love to get through it before I see the movie.

image via ew.com
"I want a baby dragon!"...
"You have one... (points to jmeoww)." 

Watching: Game of Thrones, Season 2. We just finished watching Season 1 earlier this week and I immediately wanted to jump in to Season 2. I keep asking myself why I didn’t start watching it from the beginning. Just kidding, I know why. My original answer was always, “I don’t like period pieces!” To which my friends would reply, “Um, what does that even mean?” It means it looks historical and old-timey to which I say YAWN. Then I saw a picture of Daenerys with BABY DRAGONS and I was sold. I realize the show doesn’t revolve around baby dragons (dragonlettes?), but they were the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I can’t stop talking about how great this show is.

Working on: Being comfortable knowing that I’m happy. What? Right, I know. I’m not sure if this is yet another one of the pitfalls of depression or conditioning as a result of many years of discontent, but everything right now is so foreign to me. I should be happy; I’m finally with the man that I love and having the time of my life. A couple of weekends ago I was driving home from my parents’ house after a really fun weekend, the finale of which was spent splashing around the pool with my 4-year old nephew, and I caught myself reflecting on how enjoyable that was. I couldn’t remember the last time I even swam in my parents’ pool, let alone jump off the diving board and get my hair wet. Genuine, unadulterated fun made me stop and think. Life is wonderful right now and I AM happy, but I can’t help but feel uncomfortable and awkward about it. But, I’m trying. It's a wonderful thing to get used to. And no, this is not a humblebrag.

Anticipating: A phone call from Human Resources. Good or bad. At this point, I don’t even care!

Laughing about: The time a coworker colored his nose orange to make me think he had been eating too many carrots. This was as a result of learning how flamingos obtain their coloration, to which I compared to humans eating too many carrots. Maybe you had to be there. Probably.