It is Sunday. I left the house only to bring my recycling out to the bin. It is negative ten degrees celcius. It is uninhabitable.
I have an aching back. I helped my friend move into her new home. My apartment seems smaller today.
I spoke to this guy my aunt is setting my up with. She emailed me last week to tell me she gave him my number and to expect to hear from him. Not a request. It was already done.
The problem is I can't be 'on' right now. It just isn't in me. Still, the conversation went fine. He grows tomatoes. That sounds gay to me. I shouldn't be so negative, right? He will be the one who comes out on top. He will have tons of tomatoes.
I could almost laugh if I thought anything was funny today. This is prime, moody, hibernating, January, cold weather, angry, Sunday. One of those days that I wouldn't want to fuck with me.