SB was punished tonight.  He’s miserable.  And it was all miserable.  Someone asked me about my feelings about SB getting punished and… it’s a long topic that I don’t have time to write about tonight, or the emotional energy, but it sucks.  And I hope it isn’t as sucky for him when I’m in trouble because if it is, I’m going to have to work much harder to not get in trouble. Sir said to be in bed at 9:15, which means I have 4 minutes.  So…  I’m going to move my ass. Goodnight world.

I was the only person from my work who showed up to a district thing tonight.  Other buildings had teams there.  I was the only one.  And nobody told me I was going to be the only one…  I expected seven other people to be there, too.  But they all quit.  I’m the only one who didn’t. I was embarrassed for my building, and for my staff. And I hung with some other people who were so negative about their kids… it made me depressed. And Sir has passed the plague back to me for a THIRD TIME!  Fucking hell! My ears are all messed up and its making me…

“You should call your mom back…” “Yeah…” continues to type. “Call your mom back.” Sigh.

I had a bad manic night.  Bad bad…  And both the guys were in bed, so I tried to deal with it myself.  I’m doing better right now, but my brain is very exhausted.  I can feel it… like… it’s hard to keep all the pieces of my thinking together. I’ll probably write about it another day, when I can hold my thinking better. But I have to shout out my bestie, S…  She wasn’t here.  She doesn’t even know about this, but I imagined that she was here, in the kitchen with me.  Sir was upstairs and sick, so I guess I didn’t want to imagine him for some…