I feel like writing a million things today. I told my friend that I could write a book, but it would be composed of one-sentence paragraphs. My thoughts are disjointed (thus the silly - but true - "Confession" entry earlier today).
I had a conversation last night with a friend of mine. Some of you that read this will know him; others will not. I'd made some silly comment about how cute one of his pictures was - it was of him and his wife. He rambled on about how happy he was in his marriage. I must admit, I'm happy for him.
But I'm dubious. How do you get to a marriage, much less a happy one?
I'm jaded; I've dated a real bunch of... uh... losers. To put it mildly. Marriage does not seem to me like a happy ending, but more like something to be avoided at all costs.
Ok, rant over.
Tomorrow is just an office day; no school groups. Should be quiet. Maybe my boss will be back from her 2-week bout with bronchitis.
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