1. I am NOT racing this weekend. In fact I only have one race left this year. I am pretty sure my body will be grateful that I am not racing this weekend. This also means I get to sleep in. Other than my one total bonk I think my fall racing has gone well. And I have learned to read a calendar before signing up for races.
2. My brother is at my place again. I am trying to spend as much time with him as I can. After Thanksgiving I don’t know when I will see him again. I hate his stupid awesome job that I am totally jealous of. I want to live in Europe. I still can’t believe he won’t be here for Christmas.
3. I need someone to make my New Year’s Eve plans for me. I have crossed off a bowl game because I will not spend an exorbitant amount of money to watch the Badgers get trounced by Oregon (Rose Bowl). My DC friends are renting a place in Virginia Beach and I know that would be lots of fun. Plus I could get there for free. I could stay home and actually spend time in the city I live in. The thing about all of this is I think New Year’s Eve is a pretty overrated holiday. I don’t want to go to some big party. I don’t want to got to a crowded bar. I just want to hang out with friends. Is it crazy to fly back to DC (Really Norfolk) again? Yeah, I know, not a real problem, but I’d rather be concerned with this than real things.