No real reason to post other than I don't feel like going to sleep.
W came by yesterday before leaving for trip. I hate the way she just walks into the house without calling first or even knocking before enteriing, but since she's still paying half the mortgage and I'm going to be out of here soon, no use getting into an argument over it.
Anyway, she sort of drifted around while I kept working. She's leaving for a week, why does she have to drift around the house? Probably just anxious for me to be out so she can move back in. Anyway, she kept trying to engage me in conversation, all about herself of course, but I didn't feel too much like talking. Was polite of course, but didn't feel like stoking her ego.
Have been pretty good lately but crashed last night. Had to go walk around to clear my head. Good again today. I guess this is what the beginning of real detachment feels like.
Got a call back on a rental I really hope I get. I'm just ready to be in my own space and to set up my own life. I'll be paying too much, but I can swing it for a year and see how it goes. Just don't think I'm ready to try and buy a place right now.
