Today was a boring day. Not bad, just boring. I used to long for boredom. I was so freaked out within myself, boredom seemed safe. Now I'm not so freaked out. I am grateful for that.
I arrived on time to work today and I stayed until 5:55pm. A good worker. Now I am home and eating smoked turkey slices with wasabi mayonnaise, resisting the half bottle of red wine that sits in my make-shift kitchen cupboard, and I am thinking about what to eat next. Oatmeal, leftover chicken breast from a Mother's Day barbeque on Sunday, or roasted pepper soup.
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