Yesterday was hard. Today was better, although I seem to have switched from sad mode to a kind of manic mode today and ended up cornering a manager (not mine) for an hour and ranting at him about the sorry state of things at work.
I’m still not sure what I’m doing with work. I wish I had you to talk to about it and to cuddle with and just be with. You were always a sympathetic ear, whatever I needed to talk about.