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.