Boom Clap indeed.

My body gave up on me yesterday. My body screamed its frustration and went on strike. I couldn’t stand yesterday.

Work wasn’t happening like it should.

It was rough.

The day after the holiday party was usually rough, not just for me but for most of the agency.

I’ve had bad hangovers before and I didn’t have a bad one yesterday, it was manageable. It was that my body just said fuck you for sleeping so late and waking up so early.

Yeah, I would say I was horizontal for most of the day yesterday. My body needed rest. My body needed something other than exertion. My body needed hibernation.

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For the most part, I was good at the party. I remember most of it, no blacking out and I manage my drinks reasonably. There were a few things that I don’t remember, like the conversation that I had with Sanson, June, and Nick. It was something about how all us Asians don’t care about something and Nick was the only one that does.

Don’t remember the details.

Overall, I had a good time. I enjoyed the company and didn’t really feel all that anxious.

It was raining that night, not that much, but it was the California misting that they call rain down here. So it was slick out.

Carel, Nick, and some other people walked to Sonny McClane’s and I slipped and fell. I remember that and I didn’t drink there. Or at least I don’t think I did. Just walked around chatting and wandering. By about 12:15 or so, I left and walked back to the office with Benjamin.

I got home about 12:30, stripped and fucking passed the shit out.

Overall, it was a good night. The aftermath, not so much.

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For most of the day, I was hoping that I’d get to see and hang out with Merv at the party, but she got sick and didn’t go. ParkNg went, but we never hung out. I didn’t really hang out with any but Nick and Sanson.

The most memorable thing besides the fucking fall the whole night was the conversation with Nick about Ally. He’s backing her and trying to get her off my shit list, explaining her stance.

It wasn’t working for me. The basis of his argument was — She’s a millennial, give her a break.

That doesn’t fly with me.

Nope.

Still on my shit list. Probably made it worse.

Probably not.

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Merv is cute. Very beautiful, but so young.

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Tarot.

A receptionist at work have a set of tarot cards and from time to time I would do some readings for fun.

From the sound of things, I am at a great time in my life right now. I am where I need to be. I am great with myself and am sure of myself and have direction and know what I need to do. I should do exactly what I’m doing now and not worry about anything. Everything is great.

It feels right. It feels true. I am at a very good place in my life mentally. Physically, not so much with my stomach issues. Definitely want to get that fixed.

During these draws, I would pretty much be thinking about Merv and those are the cards I get.

I’m not going to put much stock on these cards and their meanings, but it was fun, none the less.

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I had the opportunity to meet up with Ms. D during the week, but I opted not to.

I know that this was the year of yes and I should have said yes to the drink, but there was something that didn’t feel right, so I didn’t go.

First off, I gave blood that day and I was very woozy from it. I just needed to go home and rest.

Secondly, she didn’t ask. It was a friend of hers at work that said they were meeting up that night for drinks and he asked me to come out. Not that because I didn’t know him too well and I don’t deal well with people I don’t now on a social level, but it’s more about I don’t know how she would feel about it. I’m sure she’ll actually be fine with it, but I didn’t want to barge in and just show up.

But, she’s been popping up in my life lately after a long ass time of not.

The longest conversation that we had was just us chatting while she was in my beloved. It’s been a while since.

Then little small responses to my IG and what not.

She’s still on my mind.

She’s still in my head.

Sigh.

C’est la vie.

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