Hey. It’s morning again. We survived another night on this godforsaken rock. I let Shawshank go to bed alone last night, while I stayed up playing Disco Elysium until around our regular bedtime. I heard his alarm go off at 4:30am, but I must have gone back to sleep. Chaucer woke me around 6. He’s been glued to me much of the time I’ve been out of bed.
Yesterday was ok. It was good, and bad, and those cancelled each other out and it was just…meh. I streamed a bit, and that was ok. I made it through a decent playlist on Just Dance before switching off the game, turning on my own music, and enjoying some time with the leviwand.
Shawshank came home with a package from Temu for me. One of the items I’d ordered was a Valentines present for him. I gave it to him a little early, as I can’t be trusted to hide and remember its location. In return, he gave me one of my gifts, and it was a lovely “I just killed my rich husband” robe. That’s where the good ended.
Maybe an hour later, I had a complete meltdown. I wanted to actually put things away and couldn’t find the item I’d ordered for myself. I hadn’t removed it from its package, and was positive I didn’t take it into the bedroom. The last time I had seen it was when I opened the outer mailing pack. I didn’t put it away, of that I was certain. THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I DON’T HIDE THE GIFTS.
Unable to find it anywhere, I was convinced my new jumpsuit had gone into the trash with the shipping bag, which Shawshank took out to the bin 30 minutes prior. I asked him to please bring the trash bag inside so I could go through it. Instead, he stood outside in the snow and looked through it, probably smoking a cigarette and wondering why the fuck he let me in this country. Eventually, after throwing a tantrum about how I can’t take care of myself or be a functional adult, I found the package on the plant shelf. I don’t know how it wound up there.
Today is Date Night. I’m going to try to be a nice person.
