The best thing is knowing I don’t have to wake up early, and have no obligations tomorrow.
My husband falls asleep fast. I’m envious.
My body is sore from exercising and it feels good to be active again.
I got to spend a couple of hours with K this afternoon, and it was really nice. (Office K, not Ex-wife K – just to be clear).
I’m in the mood to shop. I might get out and about tomorrow.
Or maybe not since I need to help D with the treadmill. It’s…dire.
It’s not the heat; it’s the humidity. Fuck Missouri summers.
The WordScapes weekend tournaments make me happy. I’m currently in the top 20. (I know I’m a dork).
Why is Tony Stark so hot?
I’m starting to like my haircut. It’s versatile.
Frey and I bonded like whoa tonight. So much good discourse.
I wish I could get the one I actually pushed out of my vagina to pay attention to me. All he cares about is Fort Nite.
My block finger got some action tonight.
I wish it would storm.
I feel like my metaststic diagnosis has changed me in a subtle way. I’m beginning to experience this interesting place where I have the perfect mixture of compassion and the ability to say “fuck it” and let that shit go. It feels…glorious. It’s a work in progress, but I feel more patient and compassionate. I’m sweating the small stuff less. This happened last time too.