despite not having a job (but a decent cash flow), I always have angst on Sundays. Could this Monday-dread be embedded in my genes?
I mean, it's not like I have to be somewhere, do something. I can just continue to be useless.
Yes, I watched the Golden Globes. I do appreciate the crudest form of entertainment sometimes.
I engaged in extreme eating. First vegan pizza, then a whole bag of Reese's Pieces, 2 cans of coke, a bag of chips. Some cantaloupe. I waited and finally, an hour ago, Monica texted. We have a date tomorrow.
There are a thousand moths in my belly. And the bruise is getting paler by the minute.