Got to work late … like four hours late.
Spent the first two hours feeling dizzy.
D shared some bad news. I told her to chill.
TL J said he’s in a bad mood. I told him it’s almost over.
That he has nothing to be worried about.
Coughed a lot to clear the asthma.
Talked to J until we got cut off.
He said he’s in some sort of predicament.
I concluded the ex is still in love with him.
Ate a pint of ice cream.
It didn’t interest me.
Read more pages of American Gods.
Took a long cold shower.
Thought of getting better.
Prayed and slept.
… at around 530pm.
— I promise, May is going to be a little more fun (or so I hope). Just as soon as I get this darn cat off my chest.