- I drafted and deleted at least four posts today. I am in a bit of a funk and got caught up in a “nobody fucking cares” moment, and then I realized that I fucking care and that is the best fucking reason to do anything.
- Shit…that may be the only reason to do anything.
- So here I am.
- I’m exhausted. Physically and mentally. I need this weekend. Need.
- I feel a bit like crying, but I’m going to drown my sorrows in a bottle of Bordeaux and fake it until I fucking make it, because sometimes that’s all you can do.
- My boy gave me an early Valentine’s present this afternoon. It’s a ceramic Kylo Ren mug filled with conversation hearts. Even my boy knows I’m dark side…ha ha.
- I tried eating one of the hearts and UGH. Those things are fucking nasty.
- I haven’t exercised at all so far this month and I really need to change that. I want to do 29 miles in February.
- This is lame, I know, but how fucking cool is granite? Like they pulled that shit out of the fucking ground and now it’s going to be my kitchen counter. That’s fucking bad ass.
- I’m easily impressed. They gave us a chunk (sample) of the granite we want and I can’t stop staring at it and rubbing it.
- I literally woke up screaming this morning. I had a nightmare. I’m not sure I’ve ever woken up screaming before. I scared the shit out of Dave, but he went right back to sleep so I’m not sure if he even remembers it.
- That’s not going to stop me from continuing my horror binge. I’m currently reading (and about to finish) No One Gets Out Alive. I want to watch Goodnight Mommy tonight. Also, how bad ass does The Witch look? I can’t wait to see that!
- I’ve been sort of rage-y this week and I’ve been fucking with people just to do it. I need to get my inner bitch under control. I’m trying to find my favorite Dennis Reynolds freak out GIF to post. It feels appropriate.
- I choose you, Pikachu.
- T-G-I-motherfucking-F. Gonna go get my wine on now.
