It’s a quiet Sunday morning. Sitting here in my pajamas and having my first cup of coffee before heading to work, I’m only half dressed and half awake. Slept ok for the most part, but couldn’t get comfy and get back to sleep the last couple hours, so I stayed awake and laid here looking at cat videos on Instagram and whatever else their weird ass algorithm decided to show me (like who really wants to see what happens to a face if its in front of a jet engine? Not me thanks…)
I think I’m going to be ok. We’ve talked and talked and talked about things. I told him that I didn’t want what happened between us to become another event like the one between Jeff and myself. I’m just not sure how to proceed at this point beyond going at it one day at a time and taking things as they come. Oh well, guess it’s time to continue my soulless life at my soulless job and get to work.
And I absolutely fucking hate this new WordPress Editor. Like, who the fuck thought this was a good idea?