Sorry if I wasn't picking up the phone... the workday left me a bit shellshocked.
Threw a Tombstone in the oven, had a beer, and watched the always-great Lost.
And that was it.
Apparently Abby wanted to talk to me at some point... I told her "just a second" and promptly left her standing outside the bedroom door for five minutes, waiting, before she finally realized I wasn't talking, and walked away.
I don't remember any of this, and even in the worst of moods, I wouldn't have done that to her intentionally.
Though I guess I did.
The job, the house going on the market, the divorce, the having to find a new place, the having to get new insurance/benefits/financial this-and-thats in a few months (if not sooner), my overall fitness (or lack thereof)... it's starting to weigh on me, more than it has previously.
I don't mean to worry you... but it's better to let it out even this little bit than to keep it inside, right?
I wonder if this won't be the week that I look back upon, months from now, and wonder "how in the fuck did I ever get past that???"
It is 7:30am, and I already want a beer.
This is just a phase.
Just a phase.