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Fuuuck, I'm tired today. I slept okay, but I'm just wiped out. Work is gonna be fun.
It's Monday! Which means absolutely nothing to me, since I worked yesterday. The downside of having a retail-adjacent job. I spent most of yesterday doing reschedules, so if you get your IKEA package, it was probably because of me.
Dog and cats have been at odds this week, which has been making me anxious. I don't think the dog would purposely hurt the cat, he just pokes at them with his snoot, but he will poke them until they fall over, at which point the claws come out, and I worry. Our last dog left me with deep scars, both physical and mental, and I'm just so afraid one of my kitties will get hurt. Especially Sam, who is 17 years old. Sam of course, is the biggest shitball out of them. He'll come and stare at Yoda until he gets a reaction. It's just maddening. Each night, it seems like this obnoxious drama plays out, and I am wound like a spring.
I'm stuck on the fic I was working on, and need to plot it out. This is when I miss being able to go to Panera in the evening with Jess. Damn you Covid. You're fucking up my fic! This shall not stand! It's hard to plot with my sister and father here, once I get off work. I suppose we could go in the office, but there's only one chair. I will have to work it out. Plus, I'd kill for a decent hot chocolate, or a caramel latte. We went to the Starbucks drive through once since the pandemic started, but I got a vanilla frap. It was good, but in retrospect, I should have gone for the small white hot chocolate. (I know, it's all sugar, but god it's good.) I used to go to Starbucks and get a breakfast sandwich and a plain latte in the morning, and I miss it.
I think I'm missing life a little. I'm grateful that I get to work from home, but I'm missing the human interaction a little. I keep reminding myself that it's normal to have this reaction to an abnormal situation, but I'm not sure my brain believes it.
It's Monday! Which means absolutely nothing to me, since I worked yesterday. The downside of having a retail-adjacent job. I spent most of yesterday doing reschedules, so if you get your IKEA package, it was probably because of me.
Dog and cats have been at odds this week, which has been making me anxious. I don't think the dog would purposely hurt the cat, he just pokes at them with his snoot, but he will poke them until they fall over, at which point the claws come out, and I worry. Our last dog left me with deep scars, both physical and mental, and I'm just so afraid one of my kitties will get hurt. Especially Sam, who is 17 years old. Sam of course, is the biggest shitball out of them. He'll come and stare at Yoda until he gets a reaction. It's just maddening. Each night, it seems like this obnoxious drama plays out, and I am wound like a spring.
I'm stuck on the fic I was working on, and need to plot it out. This is when I miss being able to go to Panera in the evening with Jess. Damn you Covid. You're fucking up my fic! This shall not stand! It's hard to plot with my sister and father here, once I get off work. I suppose we could go in the office, but there's only one chair. I will have to work it out. Plus, I'd kill for a decent hot chocolate, or a caramel latte. We went to the Starbucks drive through once since the pandemic started, but I got a vanilla frap. It was good, but in retrospect, I should have gone for the small white hot chocolate. (I know, it's all sugar, but god it's good.) I used to go to Starbucks and get a breakfast sandwich and a plain latte in the morning, and I miss it.
I think I'm missing life a little. I'm grateful that I get to work from home, but I'm missing the human interaction a little. I keep reminding myself that it's normal to have this reaction to an abnormal situation, but I'm not sure my brain believes it.
