I went with Flea Market Guy to his AA meeting today. He’s been sober for 30 days. And I think we’ve been shacked up for
I got into an argument with my so called “boss” on Friday. I thought as the weekend wore on I would change my mind like
Flea Market Guy and I went to the fair. It’s odd how normal things have been. Well, I don’t really know if they’ve been normal,
I would never attempt to call myself the shining example of what a writer is supposed to be. I hardly even call myself a write.
I had an appointment with Super Therapist today. I spent 45 of our 60 minutes together bitching about work. I hardly ever talk about work
Last week ended on a pretty high note. I closed on the house I’ve been trying to buy despite my “snarky” letter to the needy