Hilo fell asleep so I think I’m going to do some laundry.
I know it’s already clean, but it’s been laying on the ground for a week.
And it’s mixed in with my actually dirty clothes.

For the first time in my life, I’m working full-time. The entire past week has seriously drained me. I just want to sleep, too.
I’m trying to find cute things to put in my cubicle.

Can you tell I’m tired? 

  • Him: I'm too tired to play.
  • Me: [Halts setting up WoW gaming station] Oh, you are? Mmkay. [Disassembles]
  • Him: How come you never want to play by yourself?
  • Me: I dunno. I just like playing with you.
  • Him: No you don't.
  • Me: Yes I do. But I can't just sit down and go play like you. I have to set up this entire thing... the amount of work I have to do to play it is not worth it. And it's uncomfortable.
  • Him: [Discusses the laptop overheating as I continue to put the laptop back where it belongs]
  • Me: [Glances over at his screen to see what he's doing] Wha-- You're in a dungeon? You're in a group? I thought you weren't in one, like, five seconds ago.
  • Him: Yeah, I just got in.
  • Me: But I thought you said y-- Mmf. Okay. [Inner crybaby starts to bawl]
  • Crybaby: He's too tired to play with YOU. You're taking too long. You're too far behind. Just quit.
  • Me: ===≡≡≡｡ﾟ｡ﾟ(ﾟ `Д)ﾉ｡ﾟ｡

Sick

Dear Hilo,

My heart feels sick.

I feel like a gasping fish, sometimes.

Or that I think you’re upset with me when you’re not, and it creates this vacuum of emotion and doubt and second-guessing.

I think today turned into a Weepy Day.
:(

I guess I’ll try to sleep it off.
Maybe I’m just tired. Maybe I’m hungry. Maybe I did sound that way and didn’t realize it. Yeah, I must be tired. I’ll feel better when I wake up. Maybe I can just sleep ‘til tomorrow or something. Or something. Maybe.

Yeah, it’s a Weepy Day.

I Am A Hot Mess,
A