I am broke as shit, don't have a boyfriend, have been working for ten days straight (a couple of them doubles) and have three more to go before a day off and have to be up at 2:45ish to get to work at 4am, and you know what? Life is pretty damn good. I don't know why, but I've actually been in a really good mood. I should be stressed as fuck and hating the world, but I'm actually really good. I thrive on this shit. I always have. Gotta control the chaos, gotta have so much going on that I don't have time to overanalyze. If I didn't know better, I would keep at it like this until I was run down to the ground exhausted and sick. Luckily I know what my body can handle better these days that I used to.
I have a couple of posts in my head, but this is just a quick interim, getting some stuff out before I go to bed (yes, really, I probably should've been in bed an hour ago) sort of post.
This is really it: I've been in a great mood. Like, I think I probably actually have a brain tumor sort of good mood (I watch a lot of House, ok? P.S. Did anyone else think last season was kind of bullshit? And that finale? Ugh.) or a "Oh my god, is this what normal feel like? Maybe I should be medicated," kind of good mood. Yeah, I'm fucking, fuckity fuck exhausted times ten but so far I'm liking my new job (minus the hours) and my new coworker, I'm hanging out with my old coworkers outside of work, which I'm pretty sure makes them friends (that's right I officially have friends in New York that are not the people I live with), had not at all awkward Mark is at my apartment time that involved watching Howard the Duck (which is swell since I live with his best friend and all) and, this week, with all the craziness I started to think, "hey it would be kind of nice to be able to snuggle with somebody at the end of the day when I'm really tired". I mean, I don't think it enough to do anything about it. Seriously, dating, ick. But I'm moving a little bit away from my firm "boys are stupid" stance which is probably good.
Y'know, I could be interested in some no strings attached snuggling and bad movie watching time if a cute boy fell into my lap and it required absolutely no effort at all on my part.
And no, "snuggling" is not meant to be a euphamism here.
Maybe I just need a pet.
(Don't worry, I know it's not allowed, Michelle, otherwise there would already be a kitten tormenting you with its adorableness. OMG KITTENS!)
