So, Friday night, the weekend ahead! Yay!
I can sleeeeep.
I actually woke up in the middle of the night last night and went back to sleep thinking I could sleep in today.
I was shocked and disoriented when the alarm went off this morning. I thought it was on by mistake. My heart skipped a beat when I realised I have to get up for work.
I always daydream at work on Friday (
don’t tell my boss) about the relaxing things I’d do that night: laying under a blanket watching a good movie or something.
And what I end up doing? Laundry, laundry, laundry. Going to the post office.
To pick up my online shopping yay. And cleaning up cat sick.
Almost held the feelings back and felt them appear as shortness of breath. So I let go and let the tears fall. It was purifying. I should cry more often.
I hugged and kissed my dog Jaime and he was so confused.