Woke up early, prepared my work area for making an arch for my niece's wedding. Wife doesn't like my thoughts on it, but that's nothing new.
Right now, I found a way to make the couch more comfortable (wasn't allowed to choose the couch, so got stuck with one that is uncomfortable as all hell, and hurts my spine). So I can sleep with my cats. Spine and food (GERD) is trying to kill me, though, but that's nothing new.
I've got three ideas, but all using the same basic foundation. Four legs, two walls, and a removeable top piece (if lucky, a rounded arch, if not, a triangular arch. Depending on the kinds of branches I can find. Sort of a half desert, grassland, around here, so not a great location for wood hunting. ).
My cat might need to go back to the vet, so I'm stressing about how much that's going to cost, as his insurance has already been wiped out by this issue.
I'm not focused at work, and haven't achieved anywhere near what I should have done by this time today.
My ex who keeps trying to come back to talk to me in-between girlfriends just found another one again. I think I've had enough of trying to be nice. Especially since I keep getting blamed for when he disappears. Like I'm the one that stops communicating.
They say you're not supposed to look at situations that happen to you as "evidence" that life is one way or another, but at this point there's too much evidence to ignore.
I am not a derpy smiling cat today. Today cat is tired.
I have period cramps and my period in general is making my chronic illness worse. My mood is pretty good tho, just hoping that I'll feel better soon so I can do some work and play some witcher 3 later.
We decided to be friends with my 1 week fling. We holded hands then I developed feeling for him too soon. I thought he was reciprocating to my feelings when he kissed me and hold me and fondled my breasts yet he wasn't feeling the same way he says. He wants to be friends in some sort of first stage apparently. He didn't say that to me to not make me sad. Then why we fucking kissed and played and shit in fucking 1 week? I am confused. My heart is broken. I hate my hopeless romantic self.
I treated myself to lots of Hungarian salami today. It's something of a comfort food for me. Also ate a punnet of strawberries - I'd forgotten how tasty strawberries are. Currently (slowly) learning Turkish, and finally got my head around some (for me) tricky suffixes. Visited my local creek and saw the birds swimming around, and two butterflies that were fighting or playing or mating or something. Still feeling kinda down, but it's actually been quite a good day.