Holy fishballs. My workload has officially grown bigger than I am, I nearly fell asleep twice at work today, and then I had to skip the gym because I feel deathly. And then I came home and ate two chocolate bars and half a cake.

Adding this new writing thing into my life has meant busier weekends. However, I did not take into account that with summer rolling around, the traffic in my household would increase tenfold. So when TOR’s friend showed up this weekend, and then Dirty Sailor popped by as a surprise for a few days, and the weather was so amazingly awesome that my redheaded counterpart SUNBURNED IN APRIL, I wanted to put my laptop in a blender and kill it.

And I want those weekends back. We have visitors lined up for the next few months, seriously. In two weeks my house will be invaded by a handful of girls and guys, none of which know each other, and I have a feeling I will want to do everything but work. So here’s where I rearrange my week schedule, get shit done until the early morning and make up for it during the weekend. Think I can do it?

The bonus is I’ve made a crapload of extra cash within the past few weeks, enough to do something fun with my hair and pay off a fair chunk of my credit card. The downside is that I actually haven’t been able to update Candice Does the World in awhile, and I’m afraid to do so while in this exhausted, idiotic stupor. In case you haven’t realized yet, I just bitched about my life for FOUR PARAGRAPHS.

Easter weekend was great. I went out with some coworkers on Thursday, fortunately passed the Drunkest Employee Ever torch along to another coworker. I was quite proud of that moment, particularly when she fell backwards off a stool and I knew the heat would never be on me again. Sorry, I know you’re reading. Among many interesting things in the boardroom at 4 p.m. that day were three cases of beer and a butt plug.

Friday evening I headed to the Duke of Duckworth with the roommates and our gal friend to celebrate our one year anniversary living together. I was a little shocked when I realized the date. I’ve lived in four different houses in the past four years, and this is the first time I’ve ever been happy enough to stay put. A summer of barbecues, couch crashers, and inflatable swimming pools turned hot tubs is pretty promising.

Saturday was our Iranian friend’s party. We were supposed to have a drunken easter egg hunt, but instead just got drunk and ate all the chocolate. My fondest memory is splitting a cab downtown with a girl who told me all about how she has two kids and has slept with over 73 guys, and she also offered me a discount on a Brazilian wax. It pays to take cabs with strangers.

Finally, yesterday we hosted an epic Newfoundland Easter feast at the house. TOR really did all the leg-work, she wanted to create a meal that would “stick to your ribs.” So we had the turkey and all the traditional extras, boiled veggies, salt pork, bread pudding. I was very helpful with the carrot peeling and general commentary.

My jokes about carrot phalluses never get old

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We sat around later, filled with yummy turkey and sipping coffee and eating cake. I always wonder if this is the transition into “adulthood” happening right before us without anybody realizing it. In five years time, will we still be happy and sociable and talking about the same things? Maybe someone will show up with their kids. Maybe I’ll be that “crazy Aunt Candice, drinkin’ her whiskey and dancing on the table again.” But five years ago I was living in a small dorm in Corner Brook, not knowing that at least half the people I know now existed.

That’s why life is worth facing head-on.

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