I actually had a really busy day today.

I got my ass up and out of bed surprisingly early this morning. It was only surprising considering how late I stayed up last night. I schlepped all of my dirty clothes home to Casa Z and then drove up to The Store, where I worked from 12 p.m. to 5 p.m.

My short shifts at The Store are becoming a more frequent occurrence these days, which I’m actually okay with. I mean, don’t get me wrong. Spending my days and/or nights in that retail environment is still slow as hell. But, for whatever reason, working there recently hasn’t been as dismal as it was during this past December. The change is most likely because we’ve moved on from the nightmare that is the holiday shopping season. However, there’s also the obvious fact that I now depend on a paycheck from The Store so that I can pay my rent.

I returned to Casa Z after work. Mom was in the kitchen as I was trying to make myself some dinner. I don’t know why, but lately things have felt tense when I’m around her. Tense? Hmm. I don’t know what the right word is to describe the vibe. It’s as though Mom’s hovering around me, though. Silently observing my every move, or slowly tiptoeing beside me and trying to help with whatever I’m doing. But, I don’t need the help. I don’t want the help. I want to do things by myself. Ugh. Our interactions just always end so sourly. Why am I such an asshole?

I washed the laundry I brought home – Casa Z = free laundry – and then worked out in the basement. My foot is still a mess, but I’d rather deal with that physical pain over the mental anguish that is a potential weight gain. The last thing I need right now is to get any damn fatter.

After my endorphin rush, I gathered my stuff and headed back downtown to the Witch Cave. I should have done more with my evening, but it was 9 p.m. by the time I got home, so I wasn’t as inclined. Tomorrow will have to be a busy one as well. On a brighter note, however, I finalized the MOMENTS event poster today. After a brief delay, I sent it off to Kate this morning and she’s going to print as many as she can before work tomorrow. I’m really excited!

Still wondering if I’ll ever hear from Logan again. It’s as though, without any communication effort on my part, everything has just faded away. I think Logan returns home to New York City tomorrow. What’s the most effective way to convey a sigh of defeat in a journal entry? Insert that here.

“Baby love, my baby love
I need you, oh how I need you
But all you do is treat me bad
Break my heart and leave me sad
Tell me what did I do wrong
To make you stay away so long”

— The Supremes, "Baby Love"

Goodnight xo