Got a letter in the mail from the IRS this morning. It's 2010 all over again kids. But the difference this time is how I handled it. I didn't bury my head in the sand and ignore it. I went right online, took care of it, and moved on. A lot has change in almost 15 years. Me especially. I face shit head on now and don't pretend it's just going to go away. Thank you therapy.
Worked on a presentation all day. Played and finished Pokemon Scarlet. Had pizza for dinner. Watched some TV. You may have noticed no sex since the first. C is having a little issue downstairs which has curtailed our fun times. Both of us are getting frustrated over it and hopefully we can resume tonight. I didn't want you thinking anything was wrong. We're still good, strong, and happy. Illogically, B and A are celebrating their six month milestone today. Even though they started fucking months earlier. Um, okay. I guess they're only counting from when A officially said be my gf. Sigh. Okay. Weirdos. But look, we're both moving on and forward. Only thing that matters, right? Now if they would stop messaging me as their emotional support person, that would be great. Soon I hope.
More of the same today. Nothing exciting. We're both starting to take care of things for our trip. Counting our meds to see when we need to refill scripts, C got her contacts refilled, stuff like that. We are 23 days from leaving. Hurry up.
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