Oof, what a Monday. I feel pathetic, laced with a kind of neediness and desperation: unflattering feelings. My boss texted me "It will be alright." earlier, and half of me wanted to cry with gratitude, and half of me wanted to challenge back. Promises, promises.
I am cooking Indian food: red cream curry sauce with chicken and jasmine rice. Sorrowful food if I ever heard it. I worked hard to get the house into a good shape, but it feels like there's ever more to do: cups to wash, weeds to pull, grass to mow.
The air is cool and moving at least. Dinner finished, an evening run seems like the only thing for it. 31 miles from last Sunday to yesterday, but I still feel out of shape. I want pathetic little wants, and my cheeks are sunburnt.
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