Today was a 5. Neutral. Work sucked, but everything else was okay, I guess.
Tomorrow is my last day of self-imposed sobriety. I still haven’t pulled the trigger on canceling with SB on Wednesday night. I haven’t heard from him since Thursday anyway. Weird?
I am antsy and anxious. Work stuff. Boy stuff. Stupid stuff.
I should be cleaning my kitchen, but I’m so tired and ready for bed.
I called SP to get come career advice and he’s in Minneapolis at dinner so I couldn’t ask him stuff. He sent a text asking me how late I’d be up. He’s such a savvy businessman and I value his opinion on these kind of things, but I think I’ll be in bed by the time he calls - IF he calls.
I got a mistext from the Bulldog a while ago. I think. It seemed like it was supposed to be for the person he was going to dinner with. Weird. Whatev.
Guys kill me.
I realize that I’ll never have someone who’s at my beck and call (nor would I necessarily want that)…but I just would like to be with someone who’s got my back, ya know?
Eh. I’m running out of stuff to say. Here’s to a better tomorrow.
- clink - (just kidding!)
Love,
GS
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