one of those days

Today was one of those days where I couldn't get out of bed, so I called out of work and ate cupcakes for breakfast.

thank you, Back in the Day Bakery!

Oddly enough, last week I was staying up til 3 or 4, and then waking up at 6:30 AM every day raring to go. But these past few days, I've been staying up til like, midnight and sleeping in past noon, taking 3 or 4 hour naps, going out for a little bit (yesterday's jaunt included dinner and a Wire session!), and then going back to sleep.


Frustrated with myself today, I literally threw myself out of my bed and cupcake and Downtown Abbey haze, determined to get something going. I tried to start my work blog, but ended up just answering personal emails and updating my resume for a few hours. And then I convinced myself to go to the DMV and get my car registration all straightened out, but, I ended up getting my bangs trimmed.

(Yes, I signed on for at least one more month of face fringe. It has taken a while, but I'm comfortable with them now. I'm not feeling so much like a poser-hipster. I feel more like... an almost hipster.)

And then I spent an hour in the bed sheet section of Target, muttering to myself about whether it'd be better to get the expensive sheets that felt amazing, or their cheaper counter-part of the same color that felt just slightly less amazing, or the patterned sheets that felt nice, but were really pretty, but that I'd probably get tired of in a few months. After an unjustifiably long deliberation, I went with the less expensive counter-part because the color was just slightly better.

I came home, threw the sheets in the washer, and read myself to sleep, because reading is the only thing that keeps my mind settled lately.

I didn't expect the sleep filled, calorie consuming, productivity killing apathy that comes with break ups to hit so soon, but it has. Which is bad timing, considering I was supposed to go back to work this week. (Coincidence?)  

I've been so jittery and awkward when I've gone out lately. And I am in my head more so than ever (yes, it is possible). But it is getting better, even if it is getting better slowly. I get a lot of time to myself, to think and over-analyze and digest, which is nice, even if I am sleeping through most of it. And I have a rock solid (and rock awesome) base of support here who are helping me work through it. Thank god they all have the patience of saints.

I guess, really, there's not a whole lot I'm trying to say with this post, other than I'm dragging ass.

But, ass will be dragged.