Early morning thoughts

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 šŸ”„šŸ”„

It’s okay to be jealous. ā™„ļø

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:

I look…mature. Glasses, brooch, short hair. šŸ˜‚

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.

Summer sucks. This happens every year no matter how much SPF is used.

How I spend my late nights:

I’m such a fucking nerd, but I don’t mind.

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.

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