Ugh. Second depression bath of 2023 underway. Things are all gloom around here so I’m trying to forget about it all for a moment.
Job search is blah. Apartment hunting is blah. And small fall bald dude from that holiday party messaged me Friday. Did I meet up with him? Yes. Should I have? Probably not. Was it worth the 8:30 am walk of shame in a faux-fur cropped leopard jacket? Most definitely not.
So here we are. Reflecting. Silence. Ready for therapy.
No tub stats tonight. Not feeling it. ✌️
the bad hag 