When I said I wanted to write every day, I meant it!
Waking up this morning was a struggle. My insomnia got the better of me last night, and by the time I was able to achieve some meaningful sleep, it was time to get out of bed and start the day. I felt awful, both physically and mentally. My brother’s cat attempted to coerce me out of bed by pawing at my face, but to not avail.
There does come a point in the day when productivity is the only acceptable option. I managed to get out of bed, remembering that I promised my roommate that I would go to Target to exchange the lamp that she had purchased for a functional one. I forced myself to take a shower, put on my adult costume, and went out. I try to keep my word whenever possible, and I had to make good on my promise.
I saw Captain Coping Skills (formerly The Polyamorous Neurotic) for dinner this evening. He took me out as a show of gratitude for all that I’ve done for him. We talked about future intentions quite a bit. We both want to get out of retail. We both want more from our lives. We became emotional when talking about his move across the country.
I’m numb this evening. I’ve been working on a few things here and there, but I’m not feeling very much of anything and I prefer it at the moment.
Tomorrow is a new day and that will bring a new post. Until then, sleep well and have a Smiths song before bed.