I am in a funk.
I hate being funky.
I can’t concentrate.
I’m really not liking work.
I’m feeling totally anti-social.
The hubs is on the other side of the earth.
And he doesn’t know when he’ll be able to come home.
Because someone (from a different lab) totally fucked up.
Good thing I don’t have Bill’s phone number.
I haven’t been working out because my workout partner has been sick.
I have other people I can work out with.
But they’re not Kim and it’s not the same.
The boy got his driver’s license six days ago.
I have seen him for about six minutes since then.
And, if you missed it the first time, the hubs is on the other side of the world.
Twelve hours ahead of me.
Which is convenient when I want to call cause even I can figure out twelve hours difference.
But it sucks.
Yes, I know.
I know what I need to do.
But starting over (again) is hard to do.
I’m going to bite the bullet.
I’m going to hit the gym tomorrow night.
But with Katie.
And she’ll work my ass off.
I’m gonna quit eating like shit just cause I’m in a bad mood.
I’m gonna talk to people, whether I want to or not.
And I’m just gonna be grateful that the hubs will eventually make his way home.
I’m gonna get back on the damn horse.
And I’m gonna ride her hard and put her away wet.