So Monday night was terrible at the NGS. I cried...it was a mess. Thinking SERIOUSLY of transferring to the store that's 2 miles from me and not the current 18.5 I drive now. Thinking seriously about finding another part-time job. 4.5 years is a long time to sell food and perform manual labor...
But that's not what I'm here to talk about. So, I didn't work last night--so I went to the Laundromat, went grocery shopping (at the MUCH closer NGS) and came home to make dinner. All very enjoyable for a night off. Tonight, also off work. I stayed at the non-profit until around 6:30, came home...and I have no idea what to do with my nights off. I watched the rest of a movie I started the other night. I wasn't interested in anything on Netflix or TV.
I've registered for this season of kickball (which means having a team to drink with pre- and post-games). I ordered some art prints from a friend selling his amazing photography...and now I'm writing here. It's only 9:53 PM EST and I think I'm going to head to bed. Am I that tired? No. I just don't know what else to do. I'm not in the mood to read, or call anyone, or work on my decoupage art project or go anywhere or be with anyone. Man, I am just out of sorts lately!
Bonus: I'm very happy I dumped Thumper. Haven't heard from her again and I can't say I'm surprised by that. I DID have a creepily real daydream on Monday regarding the chef from the neighborhood restaurant whom I may or may not have semi-stalked via Twitter. I worry about my brain pathways sometimes.
I'm happy for my dear M and her Italian tonight. I'm happy for a lot of things. And sleeping well the past week definitely helps.
Wishing everyone a lovely evening.
1 comment:
Why the tears? Do I need to come beat someone up??
Also, thanks for being happy for me. :)
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