Ugh. I feel like mud today.
It’s really hard to type correctly. Beyond that, I don’t want to have to go back and fix my mistakes. I have a brace on my pinky finger, but I have to have it strapped to the ring finger for stability. That means I’m down to three fingers on my left hand. Brock calls it “the big three” and he said I’ll have to get used to it.
It feels like it should be Friday. I’m having girl-oriented emotional issues, and I would like to go home and crawl into bed. Days like today are the days I wish my stupid job had sick leave policy, instead of taking my vacation hours when I don’t come in to work.
I don’t know what to write about any more. I don’t know why I sit down and have no idea what is important enough to say. Has my life become so boring, so mundane? Am I tired of sharing about my job? I feel like I’m just looking forward to the things in my future, instead of being happy about what’s going on right now.
That’s ok, I’ll try being happy tomorrow.