They’re on TV saying the weather is a roller coaster, and they’re not so very wrong. It looks cold outside. I don’t know what it actually feels like out there because I won’t leave the house until Sunday at the earliest. I woke up when Shawshank was puttering around, but must have been able to sleep again. I didn’t hear or feel him kiss me goodbye, so I had no idea of the time it was without looking at my phone or the clock. Instead, I laid there in bed assuming he was still home, waiting for him to leave.
Yesterday was rough. I was incredibly irritable. Everything pissed me off. Everything.
First, I did my makeup, and it looked great. However, for whatever reason, that angered me. Like, why am I wasting my time looking that fabulous and subsequently fucking isolating myself. Then, I wanted to stream and create smut, and I did neither. I played some Just Dance for a bit before deciding to eat lunch, then danced for another hour. Mostly, however, I moped. It didn’t matter what I did to try to bring my attitude up into the positive end of the scale, I wasn’t having any of it.
I’ll try to accomplish something today. Something that’s actually productive.
