that didn't go as planned
yesterday's post might have been a bit much
I think I might have confused my morning journal routine with writing in this thing yesterday because I caused a wave of concern out there in tomsletter land. A number of you reached out with said concerns and that in itself is a warning because if you are reading this right now you are one of the trusted few. The last time I checked there were 14 subscribers and I was thinking about letting a few more in on the not-so-secret but this has caused some pause. So to begin, I didn’t mean to alarm anyone. I was just feeling my feels and decided to write them down.
I almost deleted the thing this morning if for no other reason than it was a troublemaker. But one of my long standing rules with writing on the line is once its laid it played meaning that once I post a thing I’m just going to leave it and hope short attention spans prevail. By the way if I used the wrong laid/layed back there and you are tempted to let me know just don’t. We will be better friends for your restraint.
I am also questioning the clarity of my writing as so many questions were generated. I will address those now so I never have to speak to them again:
I am still in town and will be until at least tomorrow or possibly Saturday.
I have no desire to be “set up” on New year’s Eve. Holy horseshit I don’t know how that one got screwed up and you know who you are.
My troubles with my birthday aka NYE does not boil down to one bad gathering. I love you all but I’ve got some shit to work through on this one. One of the challenges I already wrote down for myself in 2023 was to do something fun on that day to end the year.
and finally the doctor I spoke of was the therapist I talk to through an app on my iPad. I’m not sure why but I love me some therapy. It helps me figure out what’s going on in my brain and not be such a bitch about it. I like the video version because it lets me avoid the waiting room and the doctors office which both creeped me out in different ways.
Done with that nonsense and back to business. I am nursing a surprise hangover because a bored friend asked if I wanted to go drinking. Five hours later we had a pretty good night and it made me once again wish I lived closer. No one knows what the future holds but mine might include Wisconsin, Michigan, or Indiana. A move back to Illinois would require financial incentive of some kind and most likely a change of employment which I am not ready for at this point.
Speaking of my company I think the birthday announcement must have gone out early today because my phone is blowing up with notifications. I love the things from true friends but some of these weird acquaintances that I don’t really know who send an obligatory Happy Birthday as if it needs to be checked off a list… I need to slow down before I roll down a hill about my distain on this subject.
The ones who get me send shit like this:
If I drank brown liquor this would live in my house. It is very close to a perfect thing.