My boyfriend is swell. I was having another day of missing motivation and wanting-to-be-elsewhere, but Sharif came by the office at lunchtime and we went out for giant burgers at Red Robin. We talked about numbers made up by the Greeks, parallel universes, and quantum theory. I feel much better now. Of course, I feel like a truly failed Catholic, as I should technically be fasting, or at least avoiding meat, what with Ash Wednesday and all.
I needed that burger, though.
I did a few little chores this afternoon that I’ve been putting off because they were unimportant and in no way urgent. It’s nice to have them out of the way now. I have another chore still ahead of me- slightly important, not particularly urgent, but also HUGE. I don’t think that one’s getting tackled today.
Tonight shall be pajamas and TV, starting the moment I get in the house. That’ll be good.
