12,649 Days Alive
So, I’m still hip deep in the whole getting divorced thing, so this Saint Valentine’s Feast wasn’t romantically inclined. But it was still enjoyable.
At work, Miss A and Miss K (the other team lead) brought in treats for everyone. It was lovely and made a very difficult day a bit easier.
I may pick myself up a little treat when I go shopping this weekend. Not sure when I’ll have time, but I’ll find something. Maybe a nice cupcake or slice of cake? Maybe I’ll buy myself a desk plant. I don’t know.
I’m feeling pretty alone in the middle of a crowd today. Just in general, not really anything to do with the so-called holiday. I mean, it was an awesome evening at Villa Vanyar: pizza, cookies, video games, and puns. I crocheted while the ladies beat Guitar Hero.
But still I’m left feeling a little… hollow.
Tomorrow will be better, I’m sure. It’s Meg’s birthday bash and we’re hosting. It’s gonna be great!
Anyway, I’m exhausted. I’m gonna go read for a bit and then go to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
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