greenstorm | Oh, Dear Mother of Gods

Why now, hmm?

Let's go through the last four days.

Day 1) Processing in the evening with the Juggler. Emotional crash. Air of tension.

Day 2) Processing with the Exotic which got nowhere, was very emotional, and was just weird. Processing with TOW, which thankfully was quick and easy.

Day 3) Breakup with the Exotic. Issues with the Juggler.

Day 4) Scheduled processing date with the Juggler. Scheduled date with the SO broken off for... processing.

That leaves, um, one semi-relationship-type-thing unprocessed with no issues to work on, and I haven't actually talked to that guy in months.

It's a good thing I have a rock. I'm almost managing to retain my sense of humour. I mean, how ridiculous is this? Bah. Grr.

I wish I had a big yard where I could go outside and BAH! and GRRR! very loudly at the sky. I think the people in my apartment complex would think I'm even weirder than I am if I did it on the balcony.

Okay. On to finish stuff with the SO. Be well.