12,623 Days Alive
So I saw The Shining at Linna’s house today. It was an all right movie; now I want to read the book.
Not that I don’t have 105 books left to read or anything.
I was super social this weekend and I almost feel like I need a weekend from my weekend. Oh well.
At least I love my job, so getting out of bed is a little easier.
I’m trying to keep busy; not dwell too much on the divorce. It’s amicable. I still have my friend and I still have a place to live. And things seem to be going well, honestly. But I still haven’t cried beyond the initial conversation and that’s distressing me a bit.
Despite people’s commentary to the contrary, I am a person of passions and emotions. The disconnect between my ability to express what I’m feeling and what I’m feeling is very bothersome.
I’ve got to go to bed. Even though I got to sleep in a bit today, I’m still exhausted.
Take your meds, folks.
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