25th
ditching is good for the soul.
Today I woke up at 6am to the screeching of my alarm and decided, “fuck this, I’m going back to sleep”… So now, here I sit on my couch, in my underwear (with my dog howling at me from the other room), writing this first blog of mine on this site because, hell, I’ve got nothing better to do. In retrospect, I should not have blown off work, because they probably miss me (especially because I told them all I was making cookies today) They’ll get over it. My soul needed this day of rest in the middle of the week. I’m sure it wouldn’t have been quite as hard on me if I were actually out doing something at work instead of hanging out in my office (don’t getting me wrong, my office at work is fucking amazing, complete with toys, a window that looks out over point state park, and the most comfy office chair ever). So here i sit, typing. In my underwear. Watching Queer As Folk. what has this world come to.
