I was dreaming of the past.

I am a little tired of breaking up with Joe.

Yeah, it has not gotten away from me how incredibly stupid this relationship is, and if I had to listen to anyone else tell the stories that I have to tell (like about how it’s so good when it’s good and but he is such a great person who doesn’t mean to hurt me and is it wrong to prefer something part-time and not committed to total aloneness?) I would A) want them to really end it and B) be incredibly bored.

Whatever. We sort of broke up last night. I dunno. But you know what? I slept pretty well, awoke refreshed, and did a nice bit of yoga this morning before going to work. My new job :- )

And honestly, for the most part I was in a really great mood. At one point I cried in the bathroom. But it was just a few minutes, and that’s fine. I cry over Joe, I cry for feeling sorry for myself. Joe has hardly been more than a salve for the deeper sadness, and I know that. We all know that.

I left work at a very decent hour. And despite how tired I was and how late it had gotten, I cooked myself a wonderful meal, one which required me to actually defrost something first. Total yumminess.

So now it’s Project Runway and then bed.