today

so i managed to survive the week. It was great. I ate a lot of junk and only went to the gym on Tues and thurs.
Tonight i end the week with a bang. I get to pay to shop (don't ask), have cocktails and a yummy dinner maybe at the Varsity. So I guess i will be needing those cocktails ha.
So I am having some personal issues at work.
I don't know for a fact if this person washes their hands or not. It is rumored they dont after using the restroom. I never witnessed it so I dont go around saying it. But I feel bad for this person because I bet they have no clue that is what people are saying. i dont know them well enough to say "hey by the way the office thinks you dont wash your hands!"
But would you like to be pegged with that statement?
Some of my friends think or say they know this person doesn't but I am struggling dealing with it. I am trying hard to be a better Christian and it seems like this week the topic has come up more but now it is to the point where comments such as "he is weird and reminds me of a psych ward person" are being made.

i will in short recap my day yesterday and the morning before that for you so that you understand the humor in my morning today.
Tuesday....wake up at 5:30 get ready for gym, grab coffee, get to gym, actually work out. Take a shower. Get dressed. Leave gym see the neighborhood black cat that hangs around. Go to pet him as usual. He likes it he purrs goes to rub on my leg and takes a nice big bite.
I am bruised.
Get to work. forget about it. Work is dull. I go through the motions. Get home. Hang out and work on stuff. Go to bed.
Decide Wed not to go to the gym. I am dog free and it feels good to be next to John. We sleep in until a little after 6. He goes to work. I get ready. I was about to get in my car when I fall and land on my butt. I slid on the rainy blacktop covered in leaves.
I guess that about set my day.
My aunt gives me candy at work as a thank you for watching her dog. I am trying to lose weight. Candy is tempting i eat 5 pieces!
Forget that I am going after to work to eat mexican. I really blew my diet today...I think. Have a beer at dinner and some cheese dip for the chips.
Feeling bloated and full I head home. It was worth it though for the conversation.
It is dark and rainy and I can't drive in the dark so I pray most of the way home.
I get home. I pass out.
I am awaken by a loud voice. it is masculine and loud and right in my ear. It says "Amanda get up!"
Are you there God? It's me Amanda......
Hm......
So i look at the clock and it says 5:20am. Just ten mins until my alarm so I get up. I feel refreshed and not so tired. I get ready for the gym.
work out is fine.
I go to leave the gym and..... the crazy cat that bit me is on the hood of my car waiting for me after I left the gym. I put my sleeve out to let him smell and incase he bit me it was a good bit of padding. I thought this can't be good. ha.
But he nuzzled me and purred. So I go to the trunk of the car and he walks across the top of my car and watches me as I put my stuff in the trunk then walks towards the driver door. I open it to get in then realize he may not jump off when I start the car. so I shut my door and try to get him to get back on the hood. He wouldn’t he wanted in my car! I open my door again and he tries to think about how he can get in with me.
I put my purse down and then finally get him to get on the hood. When I start the car he jumps off and goes to the front door at the gym.
Crazy cat! crazy day!