It’s only Wednesday and I’m exhausted.
I’m meeting a married man at 8 am for coffee.
I have no plans this weekend. With anyone.
The Vet texted me this morning and we had another inane, short chat.
I’m still angry at the 20 lbs I’ve gained since 2015. Wtf.
Im sipping white wine and watching the third season of Black Mirror and am terrified.
I wish I was obsessed with something that hid me from the rest of the world. Like golf.