When I got home last night after 1:00am, I wasn’t ready for sleep, so like a big geek, I logged onto the website to see if Chicago had indeed reasserted our lead over New York City. Kudos to NYC for their 11th hour rally. I’m always impressed when the underdog rallies.
On the train home, I felt oddly bereft of a project that has occupied me for the past month. It also felt a little strange to come home after the successful completion of this goal without the boyfriend to celebrate it with me. And now that the novel is done, I don’t have any distractions from thinking about our recent break-up.
But I tried. I found several cool projects to fill the void, and I fiddled around with this blog. I’m still experimenting with different formats and colors.
I stayed up until 6am just putzing around with potential new projects, but that left me pretty tired today. I’ve slept most of today away, aside from an hour of therapy. Precious hour! I have to be honest; I’m pretty depressed. Tonight, I took a bath, and the process of pulling on pajamas and finding matching socks was almost too much. It’s not even 8 o’clock, and I’m feeling a tiredness around my eyes.
