How does one describe a day? Should I judge it, label it, call it "good" or "bad" based on some standard relative to an ideal? I didn't win the lottery so it's a bad day? I'm still alive and there are people in the world who love me so it's a good day?
Saturdays are "chore" day for me usually because that's how I was raised. I did laundry because the pile was starting to impede my ability to navigate through my one-bedroom apartment. I stayed inside for the morning and several hours of the afternoon in a futile effort to avoid the swelter. I joined Shawna on an adventure to the suburbs of Virginia to try a new restaurant (yummy) and then we went to see a silly movie.
I missed my ex and wished there was a way to see him and spend time with him. We're still friends (for which I am grateful) but it might be a bit too soon to "hang out." Maybe I'm kidding myself when I say that I can do it, spend time with him and not touch him, not like I used to, I don't know. Isn't there some kind of inoculation for this addiction?
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