…longer if I may.

Tired.

Recuperating after a long week at work and at late Thursday night.

Tired.

Resting and easing my brain, turning it off to just focus on nothing but nothing.

Resting my body and not pushing it to go out and do anything at all.

I just need food. I just need treats. I just need to zen out.

Let’s rest.

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The agency’s fall all-agency meeting was this past Thursday and it went will.

I was asked to photograph the event again and again; I only brought my 50mm. I didn’t know that they wanted me to take a big group picture at the event. If they did, I would have kept my 28-70mm on, but c’est la vie.

Fuck it, I’ll just keep it on for future meetings. Just make things easier. I just didn’t to carry that big lens with me during the happy hour and such. It’s easy to shoot with one hand on a 50mm then a zoom lens.

It’s over and I’m okay with that.

The rest of the night went as planned. I went to dinner with the Media Managers, then I the after party at the Old King’s Head and after that, I went to The Misfit and had a drink with the RADs.

It wasn’t a bad night and I didn’t get too terribly drunk. I managed to not over drink and that’s something I’m trying to be better with.

Overall, it was a good night and I’m still trying to recover from it. I got home late that night and went right to bed.

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As noted in yesterday’s short entry, I’m going through all of my entries starting from the beginning.

Man, the shit I wrote in here was ridiculous.

Seeing who I am now and reading all the shit that I put down from the beginning, I have changed.

Sure, I’m still that girl crazy and love to flirt, but I’m not to that extent anymore.

It just brings back memories about how bad I was mentally back in the day. I’m glad that with age and time and effort of fixing myself and bettering myself paid off.

Here’s to growth.

Here’s to being a better person.

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Mad.

I find it fascinating that The Iranian is mad at me. She’s not fully mad, but still mad.

I got drinks with a coworker of ours two Fridays ago and she didn’t know until I told her that following Monday. She’s mad at me after I told her.

I just find it fascinating and a little funny.

Actually, I find it quite funny.

I know I tell her that I’m antisocial and again, as I stated quite a few times here, I am.

I’m very pro-solitude, antisocial. She doesn’t believe me. Many people actually don’t believe me/

I’m trying to say yes more to things and when people ask me to go to happy hour and it’s easy, I would go.

I think one of the big sticking points that annoyed The Iranian is that me, being so antisocial, that I would go home and then come back to happy hour.

She doesn’t understand that I am a responsible pet owner. Pickles needs come first. He’s my number one priority after work. I have to make sure he’s taken care of before I go out.

I guess some people don’t understand that.

As Nick told her, Pickles is my son. He’s my main priority. Always.

Always.

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