Welcome back. I am writing this during my lunchtime as my ass has decided that going home and immediately passing out, waking up around midnight and being awake for hours, going back to sleep, and then waking up and being late to work is the theme of this week. Is it insomnia? Sure feels like it.
Do I have anything to write about? I don't think I do. My jealousy over other people dating has faded. Being back on Tinder has reminded me of the lack of quality of dudes out there. So I am perfectly fine just being me and being on my own.
Yesterday, my dash/car was making these loud clicking sounds. I hope it's an easy fix. If not, well then I'm mildly fucked as it doesn't seem to affect how DeLiloh (my car) is running.
Russia invaded Ukraine this morning, Thursday, February 24th. Such fucking bullshit. I'm nervous about this. Mostly because of the many, MANY people who don't want this, and those who have already died because of this. I'm also nervous as to how this is going to screw over the regular people, all across the globe. Inflation is already a massive pain here, I can only imagine how much worse it'll get; which, by the way, the price of many items does not need to go up. Stop prioritizing profits over people. I'm a socialist, and a pacifist, and this last week has been annoying beyond annoying. And now it's turned deadly because of the most stupidest of all reasons: a dictator which people continue to call 'president.'
I should have more thoughts on my life this afternoon, as I have another therapy class I've been signed up for. Healthy boundaries. Should, hopefully, add more to my life. Bound me from connecting to toxic people.
But before I go, I should note still no 'communication' from back 'home.' And a question: am I supposed to feel worse after therapy, or should I try and get another therapist?
