Well hello, Journal.
I’ve had a weird day. I think all of my days for the next week will be weird. Shel’s in California, so I’m left w/ a big void in my life where he should be. And also, when he’s not home, I’m afraid to go to sleep. I’m afraid that some monster of a human being is going to sneak into my apartment through one of its many first-floor windows and attack me while I’m sleeping and at my most vulnerable. I’ve read one too many true-crime books and watched too many serial killer documentaries to sleep peacefully while home alone. And it sucks. It sucks to lay in bed, completely still listening for any rustle, any sound that’s out of place. The kitties scampering around, while cute when I have company, is frightening when I’m alone. Was that a cat knocking over a cup, or was that a rapist climbing through my window? Ugh! The drama, the drama.
I’ve got a lot to clean while Shel’s gone. I’m doing housework in exchange for a plane ticket to Philly. Kristen’s wedding shower is next month and I’ve gotta fly up there to attend … and my attendance is mandatory as I’m the maid of honor and I’m the one throwing the shower! Speaking of, I’ve gotta get on the ball w/ that thing. I don’t think it’ll take much time to put it together, but I really ought to get started. (And Kristen, if you’re reading this, don’t worry – I’ll have it done on time!)