This weekend was happy, then it was sad
which is basically how all of my days have been for the past few weeks. A roller coaster of elation and fun and then sad sad sad then good again.
Life takes some adjusting to, sometimes.
But we push ever forward (it's not like we have any choice).
Anyway.
Went for dinner at Billabong after work and had passable mussels and decent calamari and not the greatest selection of beer which led to a singular beer with dinner and then the decision to toss back a couple of road rockets with a handsome man in a back alley seemed only natural.
I managed to make it in time for my community gardening orientation which I was scared about going to because, y'know, road rockets, but there was a dude who was clearly super wasted and kept getting flak from the dude running the orientation so I felt better.
Now I'm spending time in my apartment for the first time in over two weeks which I expected to stress me out and make me feel sad but it hasn't. It's been nice to be in my own home and totally alone and sipping Brazillionaire tea from DavidsTea and to cuddle with my main kitty, Toulouse.
Even if he does ruin all my good wesside photos.
