I accomplished nothing today besides making my bed and washing (most) of my dishes. No job applications, no laundry, nothing on my list of things to do. It was a pretty crappy day, start to finish, and I topped it off by doing something really, really stupid on my way home from my friend’s house earlier tonight. (Clarification: no one was injured or killed, no property was damaged, and everything was quickly resolved with no harm done.) Like, something so stupid that I don’t want to talk about it to anyone ever, although I might eventually write about it here just for the sake of processing everything. Something that could have ended much, much worse than it actually did. I will probably berate myself about it for weeks. Or months. Or the rest of my life. My brain never gets tired of rehashing all of the times I’ve fucked things up.
My fiancee was supposed to have the day off tomorrow, but he was asked to work so he’ll be going in. I could really use the distraction of having another person around for the day, but instead I’ll use the time to make up for slacking off today. Here’s to a better tomorrow!