It’s going to be a short day of writing today.

I don’t expect much of anything at all.

I’m on a timeline. I’m supposed to help move.

I’m supposed to be there sometime around 11. I don’t have much time.

I’m just waiting for some tea and to get as many words that I can onto the page.

We shall see what happens.

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It has already been a shitty day.

Pickles had the runs today. He got into Relish’s treats yesterday. Fucking asshole should know better.

Fucking asshole indeed.

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30 minutes.

30 minutes is the deadline on when I have to leave.

I already have a feeling that today is going to be one of those days. Just slow and whatever about it.

But at least it’ll be a different day from the norm.

I’ll get home and then walk Pickles, turn on some Netflix and then just lounge about until it is time to cook some dinner.

I just have to figure out what to cook.

I have no idea.

No idea at all.

* * *

Settling in, putting fingers to the board, punching away.

I don’t have much to say. Don’t have much at all.

I had a few weird dream last night. Not sure what brought it on, but it was definitely weird.

The first one was about family and all of my cousins getting together. I remember it vaguely.

It is just my mind processing the whole wedding and seeing all that family again.

The next one is the interesting one.

For some reason, I decided to get a job at the boba shop and Cat was there to help me. I interviewed with a guy who wasn’t Ed, and he gave me some sort of tablet or phone. I don’t know what he wanted me to do with it.

I decided to get the job to just burn time and also to get some pocket money. Nothing unusual.

As I walked out of the interview and into a back restaurant with Cat, I told her I’m very confused as to what her boss wanted me to do with this phone tablet. I gave it back to her and asked her to figure it out and let me know.

I drove home, back to the old house in Tacoma on L Street, going the back way to the park that is on Sheridan. For some reason, that way turned out to be a different way and I’m in a strange city somewhere. Cat’s driving now.

She hijacked the car, but I wasn’t concerned. I’m just following for the ride, thinking that she’ll take me home. We ended up at a bar where 1D was going to play. I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to watch the concert.

Then, some family showed up, my bro showed up, and Cat’s siblings and their husbands showed up.

Inside the bar, Cat’s drunk off her ass and belligerent. I wasn’t having any of it, so I left. I just left her there with her family and then De La Madriz came into the bar, part of the party and saw that I left and then complained that she didn’t want to be there with Cat that way.

That’s when I woke up.

I have no idea what it means, but it was interesting none the less.

Interesting indeed.

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Maybe it just means that I shouldn’t get back with my exes, even though I wasn’t trying. I shouldn’t even see them or make contact with them and that I have no time for that bullshit.

I’m not there to take care of anyone.

It was pretty cold of me to just leave her there, but thinking about it, her family was there. It was none of my business. We weren’t together.

Being with people and having to take care of their shit isn’t my thing.

I’m not a baby sitter.

I wouldn’t go as far as saying that relationships don’t work, because we weren’t together in the dream. She was helping me out.

But it just brought back memories why it didn’t work out between us. I wasn’t into it.

Eh, I just don’t like relationships.

I love the idea of it, but when it comes to practice, I just can’t get over that I’m with someone.

Yeah, my brain is fucked.

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