Tuesdays still suck. They just suck so bad. They can kiss my ass.

This girl was up way too late last night watching NBA playoff ball. It was awesome cause the Timber puppies won but my ass was dragging. Like I had a call at 9am and my ass woke up at 8:58. Yeah. Totally sucked. Day was busy and breezed by and when it was quitting time, I headed out on my walk with the girl. Lord was she a rambling tonight! Verbal vomit. I just fucking love her. We did it in less than 38 minutes and that was that.

I find myself getting impatient with myself, or found myself, thinking that I wasn’t making progress fast enough. Progress towards what? I can’t define it. I’m not trying to do anything other than setting a goal and finishing it. It’s a year long goal. So why the hell am I impatient? Maybe this is the start of anxiety? My mind has wondered today…who knows? I’ll start tracking that too. I’ll need another notebook then…