What Next...

It's one of those moments. I woke up, I did more work than I expected to do. I made a really nice 2 pm breakfast (bacon, egg, and cheese, sandwich, but I made all of it). I read every article about Keke Palmer hosting SNL last night. It's 3:41 pm and I have nothing to do until 8 when Real Housewives of Potomac starts. I feel good, I feel productive, but fuck! What do I do now?

I'll admit, I don't want to write. It must be awkward for you the reader to hear this. It must feel discouraging to be a short ways into a blog post and hear that its author's heart isn't all there. For that, I apologize, but not genuinely, as that would require a change in behavior.

I don't need to catch up on any TV shows, besides the Real Housewives of Potomac at 8.

I got a little high, but I should have prepared an activity first. Getting high bored tends to amplify the empty sound.

I guess I can work on the crossword. Right? Maybe I'll take my puzzle apart. Last week I did this puzzle. Isn't it beautiful?

It's weird, this is the first Christmas szn that I don't have a specific reason to be actively excited (and so sorry if this is wildly offensive to my parents). I'll go home for 4 days and get some sweet presents (my love language is "gifts" so it's not shallow when I talk about presents), but I probably won't take more than a day off work, and as much as I enjoy spending time with them I just saw the fam for a week in November. And before that a week in October. Is this what I'm supposed to be talking about in therapy? I've done now a hefty handful of therapies and I think I tricked him into thinking I'm fine because he threw out just doing once a month last time.

Ugh whatever, I'll probably just masturbate 14 times and then order something expensive and wreckless online, like shelves.

I've been writing a lot just for me for fun, so I'm sorry if this post doesn't have the normal verve that you, the readers, have come to know and expect of me. Please feel free to tell me what you don't like about me in the comments below. Thank you for clinging onto the edge of the cliff that is this blog post for this long, but I think it's time I stomp on your fingertips.