Y’know when you just get into that routine and nothing worth writing about happens? Yeah, I’m there right now. Add to that a severe, stupid case of the weepies and you’ve got… a messy me.
It’s kind of a wet, lather, rinse, reapeat kind a scenario right now. N’s out of work and job searching every day. I wake up and go to work, come home and have dinner, bath and bed. And that’s it… truly. Oh… and I read some books in between all of that.
Other than that, it’s quiet… which I suppose could be a good thing.
But this whole “I’m going to cry for no reason at the most random times during the day” thing has got to stop. Seriously. I cried after reading an old Opus cartoon strip today (albeit it was one of the last strips) where Opus the penguin gives up his place in his ideal heaven on an island with big-boobed island hula girls for a scroungy mutt he met in an animal shelter to take his spot. Seriously. I’ve seen that strip hundreds of times and been fine; and today? Nope.. today, cried like a baby. At work. At my desk.
So I’m still here, despite being a sap sack. I haven’t dropped off the face of the earth… I think. This weekend, N and I are celebrating Valentine’s day, so maybe I’ll have something to “write home about” soon!