We finally ordered the giant Christmas tree tonight, and I started my Christmas 2018 Pinterest board.
Everyone thinks I’m mad, but I’m just feeling quiet.
My business partner will be out of the office for the next 2 1/2 weeks. This brings me a sense of relief. I need time to prepare for the upcoming transition, and I’ll do that better on my own. He’s a talker. I don’t want to talk right now. I just can’t.
That thing where people talk constantly but say nothing fucking grates my nerves.
Exhaustion. Swollen joints. Night sweats. I’m over these issues.
I’ve gone down a horror rabbit hole the past month and it doesn’t show signs of stopping. I’m reading and watching all the scary things. Makes for interesting dreams. I mean…I’m always about horror, but shit has gotten extreme as of late. Obsess much?
I think I came to an understanding with my ex tonight that’s going to be quite advantageous for both of us. Basically it boils down to he’s going to be my new after school care. I’ve been on a waiting list forever, and I just can’t afford to keep leaving work at 330 every Monday and Wednesday. I have way too much to do.
I tried on my three new dresses this morning and they’re all way too big, which is further evidence that I have a distorted body image. I think I’m a large, but I’m just not. I feel large though. So fucking large. It’s a whole fucking thing.
I’ve been considering therapy lately. My brain is a hostile place. But seriously, who the fuck has time for therapy?
I need to write out some personal goals for myself. I need to make some changes.
I threw away a burrito after only three bites today, and that is a sad state of affairs. Fucking shitty Whole Foods. Fuck that place.
I know we (dems) didn’t get everything we wanted on election night, but can’t we be happy about all we did get?
I will say though there was a point where I thought Cruz was maybe going to lose and I felt joy.