Flaky is a great quality in croissant, but not so much in people. I've been in a funk as of late and can't seem to put my finger on the origin of said funk. My thoughts lack clarity. My brain seems in a bit of a slurry and I can't quite get my bearings. Not totally lost, but feel myself slipping into the abyss of isolation. Normally, I look forward to my 7 day off-stretch. No so lately. I've dreaded being off. I'm sleeping in too late, staying awake too late, and putting myself into this cycle of "offness". I'm just starting to hit my groove at around 7pm, while others being winding down. There isn't much to do alone, and certainly not a lot of late night activities. I wish I found more entertainment in drinking alone....drinking beer, that is. I'm just fine drinking coffee alone. It's become my best friend, my back up plan...sometimes my first plan.
This off-stretch has a very dark feeling about it; Cloaked in worry, loneliness, physical manifestations of anxiety and sadness. It's totally sucked. And oddly, I had a bunch of things planned. ACTIVITIES YAY! Not so yay as it turns out. Three times. THREE TIMES my plans were cancelled because the other half bowed out. THREE TIMES. I really like croissants. But crap, what is it with this part of the country- no commitment, no statement, no foundation.
I'm joining a gym tomorrow. I'm going to have two reliable parts of my life...well, no, make that three. Coffee, Gym, Ellie.
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