I'm just copying some files onto a usb stick, waiting for the transfer before I dash off to leave work and make a beeline for the baffroom.
I talked to a therapist and she advised me to keep writing, because there is obviously something comforting to me in the act of writing itself. Re-purposing my writing away from communicating with Suzanne and instead venting about the 'break up' will be therapeutic, or so I was told. So yeah... Oh look, file transfer is done!
Improv class tomorrow night. I only slept 4 hours last night so tonight's gonna be an easy sleep :D
xox
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