One of the forgotten drawbacks of being single - there's no one to help you fold the fucking fitted sheet.
I've had family here for basically the last week so just washed a veritable mountain of laundry. That's exactly how I wanted to spend my sunny sundae. Trust me.
In other words, I have some wicked fucking insmonia. Like even the sleeping pills won't make it go away. I've been awake since about 3am. I'm feeling pretty good about life right now - believe you me. Though the positive side to this whole thing is that I've lost six pounds. I was being chipper about that to a friend the other day because god knows you can't be chunky when you are back on the dating market. His response to me was that he didn't think I needed to worry about my 'sexpottyness'.
Say it outloud - it's a fun word. Plus it's about the nicest thing anyone's said to me in a while so there's that.
Comfort books. Is this even a thing?
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