Oh, Gawd...what day is it?
Being unemployed screws up my biological clock. I have no idea what day it is, or how long I've been here. This pretty much sucks.
On the way home from taking Wes to work this morning, I stopped at Ramiro's for breakfast. (Inser cat-meat joke here.) I was quite pleased with my California burrito. I ate most of it in the car, and finished it in front of the computer while I checked my email and the online job listings. Then, I went to sleep.
I crashed out on the bed, face down, and stayed there until 11:15. I don't remember my dream, but I know it left me feeling uneasy. They have been like that, a lot, lately.
I've wasted the rest of this day. I talked to **CB** for quite a while. (Actually, I listened to her.) We are very different, but the circumstances of our lives are similar. Now, we are both unemployed. She doesn't have to worry about being a freakin' receptionist for her next job, though. She just goes forward. It's a lot like being able to fly because you don't know you can't.
I checked out the big porn stash on our download computer. It is obvious to me that men do not understand what arouses real women, in the least. It is also pretty clear that Wes's idea of "good porn" and mine are very, very different. Honestly, I had no idea that anal sex was that popular. shudder
Of course, I have not really discussed it with him, so I'll have to do that awkward thing. Or, I'll have to develop my own stash.
Well, another day has almost passed. I have an hour to kill.
sigh
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