It wasn’t too horrible. Although Friday kinda sucked. It’s my own fault tho. I ran out of my meds, and knew that, ordered them, but never got around to picking them up. I didn’t realize I’d forgotten until I went to take them before bed. I slept two hours. I somehow managed to survive Friday on that little amount of sleep, came home, and shut out the world. I’ve been ignoring Facecrook most of this weekend. One, I need to recover my energy from my own stupidity, and two, while I’m happy my friends are happy, it just kinda twists the knife a little more. I’m not home. I don’t have my friends near by. I don’t have family. I’m alone. Yes, I’m aware most of that is my own fault. Again, I’m not so great on my own.
I’ve not had my phone or my watch on me for most of the day. When I got off the ritual group chat, I noticed I missed an FB call from S. Apparently she decided she was going to come get me to do a shopping run with her. Around the time she decided to come here, I had gone back to bed for a little bit (damned migraine), and when I got back up, I immediately went to take a shower and shave. Shaving takes me a bit longer than I’d like. By the time I came out of the bathroom and started on laundry, it was 2 hours past when she’d tried to come here.
I have an issue with that. I don’t like it when people just randomly show up at my house. Kinda obvious by the fact I basically never leave the gate open anymore. I have trust issues with people. Yes, even her, after all her “offers” and such. She and I have been out of contact quite a while before we got back in touch. While I still kinda know her, I don’t believe I really know her anymore. So, she’s not someone I want just randomly showing up. If I’m not expecting someone, I’m far less likely to answer the bell. Kinda defeats the purpose of having the bell, I know. It’s also contradictory considering I’ve said before how I wish that cute brunette I’ve seen around would randomly turn up, ring the bell, and say she wants a snuggle buddy, or whatever. As I’ve said before, I fight myself on a lot of things.
Laundry is done, except for my sweats, which I put in the dryer a few minutes ago. I don’t much care to go to work tomorrow, but eh. I got bills to pay. I still need to figure out an alternative location to store a shipping container. I need to start getting things packed. I was doing better when I was getting things organized in the container. Now that everything is back in the garage, I just don’t want to mess with any of it. Meh.