presenting...

As I am in the midst of studying for the GMAT, preparing for this weekend's marathon SCUBA diving class, doing laundry and cleaning one very disgusting apartment, this will have to be quick. For those of you who have thus far been unable to read into my cryptic entries, things have been going much, much better for me. Therapy is great, I have some semblance of an idea of where my life may be headed, and yes - I am, once again, off the market. After nearly a month of negotiations, we have decided that despite all the hurdles to be faced now and in the future, we would much rather give it a shot together. So to my collective blog-audience of, oh, I'd estimate no more than 10, I introduce a new member:

A.

fresh start

Well it's been another month in the life of H. I am in the midst of studying dutifully for the GMAT, and actually doing reasonably well. I spent an afternoon getting a much-needed mani/pedi with an old friend. This past week I was sent to LA on strict schmoozing business. Once that was over and done with, I spent the weekend... you know... in Hollywood. Oh, and brunched in Beverly Hills. And strolled along Venice Beach. And randomly happened upon a filming of C.S.I. Miami. And shopped at the Hustler store on Sunset Boulevard. Who does these things, you ask? Why, I think I do. But don't worry - reality came crashing down the moment I was SEXILED by my gracious host. But that's neither here nor there.

Most importantly, I no longer feel as though I'm on the brink of insanity. Quite the opposite, really. I'm a hell of a lot more aware of myself this time around. Yes, there is a lot to work on... and this time I think I might actually be ready to do it. At the moment, things between A and me are very much out in the open, and we both agree that it's a great thing. No, we don't know for certain what we are doing, or if it's for the best. But, unlike the old me, I am looking forward to making - or continuing to make - my own mistakes.

blogging tipsily

I just came back from happy hour, during which I had my first adult beverage, excepting a glass of wine in Alaska, since J was in town, helping me spread the love around the entire DFW metroplex. You could say I have been in self-imposed detox for the past few weeks. I kind of liked it - no more reason to spend endless amounts of $$$ on a debilitating substance, constant clarity, feeling healthy (OK, healthier at the very least).

Since my return to Earth this week (i.e. finally realizing anticipated mental breakdown), I can count the number of actual meals I've had on one hand. And yes, I am getting better, people - no need to worry. Nerves have just always had a way of tearing my innards to pieces. So, due to my recent diet, it should be no surprise that a single Shiner Bock left me in a tizzy. I cut myself off and headed to the bookstore, where I went to pick up a GMAT book. Here's a tip to those of you who haven't tried it before: the problem with going to the bookstore when slightly un-sober is that you will pick up an MCAT book and start freaking the hell out when you peruse through the questions and realize that there is no way in hell that you will ever make it into grad school.

I fortunately realized the error of my ways before reaching the checkout line. But just wanted to give ya'll a heads-up. Don't go to the bookstore drunk. It can only lead to a severely depleted sense of self-confidence. Not. Good.