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I feel like garbage. It was total period babble. I didn't mean anything by it. I couldn't sleep last night because I started thinking about how "typical" romance has been missing from our relationship for a long time. I guess I didn't see it go until I thought about it last night. It seemed like the best way to describe things. ("Romance dies with life," of course.) Either way, I couldn't sleep. With this bum shoulder and some bad food right before bed, I left the bedroom to go read for a while. He wanted to talk about things, I wanted him to go to sleep. When I woke up this morning, I had hoped that he would have forgotten that I had thought anything wrong. ...but he always has a way of getting these things out of me.
My plan for a run has been quashed by the snow that fell and stuck last night. Everytime it snows, we always say, "maybe this is the last time," but it doesn't seem like it will be the last time for a while.
I don't feel like myself.
Time to go meet alex for lunch. ...not hungry.
My plan for a run has been quashed by the snow that fell and stuck last night. Everytime it snows, we always say, "maybe this is the last time," but it doesn't seem like it will be the last time for a while.
I don't feel like myself.
Time to go meet alex for lunch. ...not hungry.