Tomorrow I’m going to a big social event that promises and threatens to have lots of people I know.

At least two of those people I’ve avoided for the last two years. Seeing them could bring back some very unhappy emotions from the last time we saw each other. Frankly, I hope they’re not there, but if they are, I hope I can just sort of deal with it.

OTOH, I might, just possibly might actually have fun. Well… not fun. I don’t do fun. Productive would be a better word.

See, the one damn thing that’s gone right for me lately has been that I’ve been getting into shape. Somehow, I’m breaking a lifetime of unhealthiness. I’m actually looking pretty good. Believe me, I NEVER say that sort of thing about myself. I’ve always looked in the mirror and hated what I see. But lately, well, there’s no getting around it. I’m looking better. I’m no body builder, but… I have been building body. I find I carry myself with a lot more confidence than I used to.

Tomorrow will be the first time I’ve gone out in clothes that show off my new physique and confidence. I have this daydream that I might attract a nice lady to spend time with. It’s a long shot, but that’s why I’ve been working so hard on my appearance.

So. One to two people I don’t want to see and zero to one people I do want to see. I guess those are better odds than I’m used to.

Requesting good energy.