Yesterday was one of those days.
You know what I mean? I was feeling a bit unsettled and possibly (though of course I'm not entirely sure) may have come off as a bit cranky and naughty. There was no reason for this. I'd had a good night's sleep, didn't need to go into my job, my research and writing had been going well. And yet, well, I wanted something cool to happen. I'm not sure what, but I was sure I'd know it when I saw it, if you can understand.
Pablo was home for the day and had some (boring) errands to run. They weren't what I wanted to do (though getting coffee for me ended up being one of them and that was definitely something I wanted and needed), but seemed better than nothing. So I went with him to the post office and Staples and the like.
I got playfully accused of being a "little bit clingy" which, since it was true, did nothing to improve my mood. Nor did knowing I needed to find a lift to Vegas for the Shadow Lane party next weekend, unless I wanted to miss the first night vendors' fair. I hate asking for favors and at this point, I hadn't heard back yet from any of the feelers I'd sent out.
"Feelers," well actually, that's just my word for begging.
And then we came home and I was supposed to get down to my writing.
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