Woke up this morning in much the same state that I went to sleep. Minus the intoxication. Went to work. Realized I had left my wallet, ran home and then back to work. I found it, no big deal. Being around people and telling a close friend about last night helped pick me up a little. My friends are coming over later tonight to play Scrabble. House rules allow for the use of Pokemon names. Fuck year.
I still feel horrible. I just have this numb, pulsating void-inducing sinkhole of depression just under the shell of normalcy I managed to build up at work. I made an appointment to get my hair cut tomorrow. I think it will make me feel better.
I think being alone tonight would be a bad idea. I plan on playing scrabble and hanging out for a while. I just can't anything like last night happen again.
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