Miss Understood

And it's not like I have hella time for that stuff, anyway. And it's not like I'm even ready for it. I'm reminded of this every time I think of the logistics involved in making my life work alongside someone else's.



There are a lot of details involved. There are a lot of moving parts.



And lately there is absolutely just about nothing left over. Nothing. The last 2 weeks at work have been intense, and things won't let up before next Monday. I will work this weekend. I won't sleep much until then. I don't mind, but it's not like I have time to go on dates.



The other night was the last Tuesday night party for a while. Made me melancholy and tired and sad. I was so spent by 2 AM that I missed the most important goodbyes. I said them in my sleep. I do everything that way, lately.