Andee from the internet.

So, after a retrospectively hilarious incidence where I went home after work after all, accidentally fell asleep and woke up six minutes before I had to be at my therapy appointment (running on blisters hahahahahaha ow), I think I like this new chica - she's just scattered enough to be relatable but seems to also be very straight up and cut the bullshit, which is what I think I need. The other thing is that her focus is on working in the short term on specific goals rather than a long drawn out years of therapy process which I think is going to be good for me as well considering my usual attention span. So I see her again next week, I have some homework to do (and I'll probably post it here, as it's making lists) and... yeah. We'll see how it goes.

Afterwards I met sundart and we did dinner at Friendly's (cause sometimes all you want in life is some greasy fried food that is so guaranteed to be bad for you that you can literally feel your arteries clog as you eat it, mmm mmm) and afterwards went on a fairly long walk (my poor feet, lol, they're never going to heal at this rate) through town and around the fields behind our old house (which is actually a block behind our current one)... Dude. DUDE. Those fields are positively SICK with fireflies!!! I spent about ten minutes periodically interrupting the deep serious conversation sundart and I were having pointing at little flashing lights and squeeing my fool head off like a five year old. I love... LOVE... fireflies. Another thing to put on the "things I actually like about summer" list, I think. I mean, WTH, I totally thought first week of June was way too early for them? Anyway, yeah... we had a long serious heart to heart of the caliber of what we used to do when we'd just talk for hours on end about whatever. This was about serious stuff, like THE FUTURE (dun dun duuuuuuuuuun), her valid concerns about my relationship with morlock and where that's all going to go from here, her wrist problems and how she's pushing herself to be better too fast, us and where we are as a couple... you know, fairly heavy crap, but it was good and it was followed by hanging out and cuddling, which also hasn't been done in a very long while.

After that i finished out my evening nested in one of morlock's armchairs wrapped up in my old-ass Brown Blankie (probably the last time in a while I'll actually be cold enough to do that, given the projected temperatures this weekend) with a purring Ivy on my lap and a book. Totally fell asleep watching the Daily Show there - morlock had to poke me awake and send me to bed. But it was still a decent end to an already good evening.

I'm still kinda tired this morning, and the lingering grayness of the world isn't helping me perk up any. There's a lot of headnoise happening, which I might talk about later, but it's not wigging me out for once. Right now it's all about getting through the next couple of days at work, and right now there's no real reason why that should be an issue, and then trying not to melt this weekend, though in truth I for one am sort of welcoming our new hot and humid overlords. Never thought I'd say this, but I'm so thoroughly tired of the cold that 92 degrees sounds positively wonderful. Which of course doesn't mean that three days from now I won't be sprawled somewhere quietly moaning "I'm melting.... MELTING... oh what a world, what a world" in my best Margaret Hamilton voice.