Faaaaaaaaaabulous Friday.

Man, I needed today. Yesterday--Hell, this whole week--has been totally fucked up at work. I'm not going to go into the gory details, but let's just say it's highly unpleasant there right now. So I gave myself the day off, and just did a bunch of stuff (almost) totally for myself:

• Got up. Put on a sloppy oversized longsleeved t-shirt, jeans and my Converse. No makeup. Zilch. It took me like 2 minutes to "get ready."
• Dropped The Geej at daycare, and she was in a good mood, and there wasn't any separation anxiety, so that was nice.
• Went and got my car really, really cleaned up. The poor thing was dirty outside and in. Mostly in. I mean, there were yogurt raisins, and cereal crumbs, and various types of trash everywhere in that mofo, but now, she is nice and clean and tucked away in the garage so that none of the rain that's supposedly headed our way will mar her beauty.
• Got a breakfast taco from Taco Shack--a rare pleasure. I LURV their breakfast tacos for some reason.
• Had a 1-hour deep tissue massage at Daya. Have you ever scheduled a massage and then been looking forward to it, sometimes for weeks, and then you have it, and for whatever reason, it sucks? That's happened to me a couple of times. Bad massuse. Weird/loud surroundings. Extra shitty new age music. And when it happens, it just SUCKS. But I've always, always had a great experience at Daya, and today was no exception. It was quiet, and serene, and the gal who worked on me did all the right stuff. I had knots in my shoulders that felt like speedbumps. It was sad. But she did a great job. I only wish I'd been able to afford the 90 minute one instead of the hour. (BTW--If you ever have the money and the time, do yourself a favor and book the Batu Panas stone massage with Adrian. Mere words can not describe it...)
• Seriously debated going home and sleeping for the rest of the day after my massage, but instead, I went to the nail salon near my old house and got a pedicure. My feet look human again!!
• Met a friend at the Alamo on South Lamar for lunch/movie. Saw "Walk the Line" and really enjoyed it. I know it's been out forever, but I don't get to go to movies very often, so it was a real treat. Joaquin Phoenix is stunning in it. I had a crush on Johnny Cash when I was a little girl. Him and Elvis. This movie is such a touching love story. And I had the goat cheese salad (with dried cherries and pine nuts), which was very, very good.
• Ran home and transferred all of the junk that was on one side of my garage to the other side. Long story.
• Went and got The Geej and beat traffic to and fro.
• The Geej was in a good mood, ate well, and asked to go to bed (that's right: asked) 15 minutes before her usual bedtime.

There was about 10 minutes early in the day that I thought about work. The rest of the time, I was like "fuck it." I need more days like this one. If I could, I would do this once a month. But there's just no way. Perhaps every other month though...