The past few weeks have been a blur. It feels like there’s been no separation between any of the days, but it’s probably my fault. I’m the one who said, just about a month ago: ‘All I have to do is get to 4pm on May 28th, and then it gets better.”
What on earth was I thinking?
I haven’t seen A in so long, it’s starting to become a habit we both want to break. Between work and school, we’re never in the same place at the same time (unless she’s camped out in my office, making the place look better.) She comes in, often, as I’m leaving. And that’s just not cool. Not cool, indeed.