I didn’t write yesterday because I had to recover from the weekend. I went with FMG and his family to the Auburn game. There’s really
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
Today marks 2 weeks of Flea Market Guy’s sobriety and almost two weeks of us living together. Both have been surprisingly pleasant. I think part