It’s 5:47 am.
I cannot get comfortable. I remember when going to bed was a pleasure. Now it feels like a chore. I function on a few hours of sleep per night for the most part. It is what it is.
If left to my own devices, I probably wouldn’t leave the house much. I almost always enjoy myself once I’m out socializing, but finding the will to go is super difficult, and I’m always ready to go home.
I kind of want to get up to go eat raisin bran and read the book I started last night.
We watched Black Widow last night, and it was kind of bad, but God damn the sister was a hottie.
Speaking of hot: my gf is 🔥🔥
I’m 42 yo and I have an emotional support plush.
Those are my new glasses. I picked them up yesterday afternoon. I have another pair that I ordered online and will hopefully be here soon. I know I’m getting old, because I’d rather wear my glasses than my contacts.
Also me from yesterday afternoon:
Oh and I’m trying really hard to love the skin I’m in, including my freckles, but all I can think is SKIN DAMAGE OMG.
How I spend my late nights:
D and I spent most of the last two days strategizing over some ridiculous bullshit. I think we have made good progress. I got to put on my lawyer hat. Don’t fuck with my man, mmmkay? I will fuck you up.
My head hurts, like so much. Of course.
Okay I’m outtie.