Funk... in 2018

I’ve been in a funk all weekend thus far. I’ve accomplished nothing. I had geek girl brunch today, but I only went because I knew K would be mad if I flaked. It was ok, but I would have preferred to stay in bed sleeping.

I unhid my POF profile. Not really sure why because it’s the same thing as usual. Guy messages you with either Hey Gorgeous or some cheesy pickup line and then are basically trying to sext you before they even ask your name. Guys suck. Like at least try to get to know me a little bit. And maybe I’m the only one that finds this offensive, but don’t put on your profile that you like bbws. I hate that term. I’d rather be called fat first. Dating in your 30s is bullshit and online dating is just godawful.

Not much going on otherwise. My cat is still not back to himself so his butt is going to the vet again Monday morning. JM wants to get dinner tomorrow. Well at first he said he wanted to come over and cook dinner, but I pretty much shot that idea down. I don’t even want to go get dinner but I feel bad completely blowing him off. I’ve really been keeping to myself other than K and my ex hubby lately. And I’m sure napping all the time isn’t helping me.