Rainy day

Today was very productive for me. It started last night, working on my shop. This morning I finished it and figured out the banner thing.

I used a free template and just played around with it til it looked better and uploaded it. Now they say add a video. No, I think not.

Anyway, then… I did the dishes and cleaned up after I dropped my girl off at school.

Then I decided to tear apart the living room.

And put things in its place and switched out some furniture which means I had to redo the girls bedroom.

Tomorrow… I shall go upstairs and try to do as much as I can with my son’s new space.

Actually, I might start that this evening.

I got so much accomplished, I was actually telling myself to slow down.

And this is all possible because of the damn steroids I’m on from whatever infection I have.

Tomorrow is my last day.

They aren’t working for what I need them to, but my house is clean and in better order.

I still have a few things to do, but pretty much good down here, now!

It’s the second time I went to the quick ER.

My Dr is booked til January.

Idk wtf to do now.

Edited to add, it’s been one year today, without sex.

He won’t even talk to me, anymore.

I’m still mourning the friendship. 35 years is a long time to know a person, but apparently not long enough to sleep w them.

Also, Chuck died. I didn’t even know he was in a wheelchair, apparently something to do w his heart. Haven’t seen him since we were kids, so I was shocked to see his obit posted from a friend.

Then I was reminded of when we were younger and slept w him, too. They never knew, I didn’t tell anyone about it and I don’t think he did, either.

Not sure how it all came to happen but vaguely I remember maybe a party and I took him home or something? Anyway, he was always nice to me.

Rest in peace.

Additionally, my first boyfriend took his life almost ten years ago, yesterday. I tried explaining to a friend that I had a lot of lengthy pages of letters, and looking back he was always tortured.

Then I got to self absorbed thoughts of my own.

Literally every boyfriend I’ve ever had, minus 3, are dead.

And I’ve had a few. One drowned, another was an overdose, the first boyfriend that took his own life, I think another was in an accident, another had a heart attack… I’m forgetting someone.

I can’t think anymore, it’s time for bed