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My Life Thus Far
I'm No Man's Bitch
I can feel myself getting sleepy, so I better write before I don't. I'm not going to have trouble sleeping tonight. Between cannabis and exhaustion, sleeping will be easy tonight.
Work was strange. It wasn't bad. It passed quickly. I just didn't feel very connected to what I was doing like I usually do. I spent a lot of time not caring about my numbers, and chatting with my coworkers. It was actually fun. It wasn't as busy as it has been. I think the holiday shopping season is winding down. I'm curious to see how it'll be tomorrow. Which is my last day of work before Christmas. Woo hoo! I'm going to make it! I swear, last Friday I wasn't sure how I was going to get through this work week, but it looks like I'm going to make it.
I had the weirdest thing happen last night (early this morning). I woke up because my left hand was hurting terribly. My ring finger felt like it was on fire, and my wedding set was cutting in so bad, it felt like it was about to draw blood. So, I got up and went to the bathroom to soap the rings off. I managed to do it, but not without causing myself some pretty significant pain. By the time I got up to get ready for work, most of the redness was gone. The rawness from twisting off the rings was still there, but it looked slightly better. It was still too swollen to get my rings back on, so I went without them. I wore the garnet and marcasite ring Snookums bought me from April Fool's (an antique store in Port Townsend) on my middle finger. The garnet ring means more to me than my wedding set, which really is just for the benefit of others (so they can have a visual identifier that I'm not on the market). It's not the ring I wore when we actually got married. The garnet ring is special because it reminds me of a beautiful day with Snookums, at a time in our lives when we're feeling very happy and comfortable in our relationship. Even so, it still felt odd as hell not wearing my full set. Which got me to thinking how I'd like to get a new set. But then again, there's something a little liberating about going without the rings. Like I'm no man's bitch... but I actually am.
I gotta get going. I took four deep, hard, long drags on my vape pen, and now I'm swimming through a bowl of Jell-O. It's green Jell-O. And I know it won't be long before I need to go to sleep. It's not even negotiable when that moment hits, either.
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