Sometimes I feel like such a dumb-ass cliche. There are a slew of reasons why from this week, but ready, shining examples are thus: last night, doing that thing that girls do in movies where they stand in their bedrooms in their underwear and swear and say "I'm getting so fat and I have no clothes!" out loud while pawing wildly through previously-folded perfectly adequate clothing and making a big, dumb mess. Today, I cried a bit, first in Target, and then tearing up during an episode of Modern Family I had playing in the background at work, in addition to actively seeking out Taco Bell food. Then I thought---oh, wait. Aren't I supposed to have one of those period thingies like, today? Yeah. Oh.
I don't know if I should stay in and make up hours or go have fun. Tonight I'm headed to Manassas, then tomorrow up for the long drive to CT. I love to go to the farm--it's one of my most favorite places, and I like the hard work. That said, it's been a lot of shifting around these last few weeks. This morning I was so happy just piddling around my house, getting ready in the dark.
I feel all kinds of wistful. I wrote a long post last night on some notebook paper, but I don't remember it being very worth typing out. I'd agreed to meet some friends for a drink after work, but they'd each had unforseen crisis, and I got the text after I'd ordered my beer. It was weird to sit in a bar and drink alone--even a crummy little coffeeshop hipster bar--lonely, and it made me think lonely, dumb things.
Better post soon with real things or at least pictures. I love a good picture post. The moon is moving into Virgo; what a relief.
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