I am tired, ya’ll. I’m really going to phone it in, which is a shame as I have several HILARIOUS MFEO stories to share with you. I just can’t. I have to be at work at 8:15 for a press check tomorrow. I usually don’t get there until nearly 9:30. I’m not a morning person.

I haven’t been able to sleep at all this week. Not quite sure why. I think it has to do, in part, with my crazy weekend. One late night will throw my entire week off. I’ve also had a lot on my mind. I had to rant and rave at Martha today just to get it all out. We have decided we need to follow the advice we give each other and that we’re crazy.

I’ve been thinking about Douche a lot and honestly, I miss him. No one else will ever be him. That’s a good and bad thing. I miss the person he was and what we had…before he fucked it all up. Most of the time I’m totally fine and I don’t care, but when a lot of things happen like they are right now I get…jealous? I had a plan. I had my entire life with him. It’s gone. I’m alone (still willingly…I think) and I am watching all my friends have kids and it hurts a little. That was supposed to be me. I wanted all of our kids to grow up together. There’s a lesson here. Don’t ever plan shit. Just live each day sun up to sun down and be grateful for the small victories. I didn’t stab anyone today. Success!

In something else that’s irritating me news, Banky and Big Red broke up. I guess she got fed up with his bullshit and walked out on him again. Surprise, surprise. Savannah and I had a bet. I found out on…Tuesday? I asked her how long she thought until I heard from him. I put my money on Friday, she put hers on Thursday. We both lost. He texted me last night whining about how I’m never on facebook chat anymore. Hi, it’s called I’m avoiding you, jerkface. I asked him if there was anything he needed to talk about. “Nope, just bored.” Not my problem.

I’ve had such a roller coaster day. I had a nice lunch in the sunshine and that helped pull me out of my homicidal mood. Somedays I just can’t deal with that place. I did get my review though today. I was terrified. I show up late, leave early, ignore the dress code…I am a model employee. Ha. I got an awesome review. Kudos, me. I will reward myself by going to sleep right now and dreaming about one week from tonight. I will be arm in arm with Woodership Down singing Lucero songs at the top of my lungs. Sweet dreams, indeed.