Fried day

Oh…no, I didn’t eat anything fried today, thanks for asking. 

Oh…you weren’t asking?…

This is awkward.

I’m all caught up! I’m caught up to Chuck, which breaks my heart (but to unbreak it, i started watching interviews and that shit was too real for me so the magic is kinda gone. Not to worry though, I will resume my Best of Chuck marathon until the series finale :( ). I emailed Ian back (and yes, the simple things like these make it on my to-do list because I am wiped out by the time I get home, I need to schedule a catch-up). I returned my text messages (again, a little triumph).  And I am blogging about my current existential crisis (it’s all in my head). 

Speaking of that, I just feel massively unmotivated. Unmotivated to do anything. To care about anything. Seriously, I feel myself being such an asshole sometimes, the only way I can avoid is to shut-up and retreat (or frown and stay silent).  I don’t know what it is.  Maybe I’m tired.  Of caring, of trying to be better, of constantly convincing myself one thing, when I truly believe another. It’s stressful, it’s easier to be…just be, even if to be is being a bitter person. Shouldn’t settle for that mentality though, pretty sure that’s what the fight is about. Eh. We’ll see. 

I am thirsty. I keep telling myself I’m going to go downstairs and I’m going to drink until I start feeling blurry, but again, I’m unmotivated to even do that. It has been the whole month of January that I haven’t been to that level, and though I am proud and my wallet is extremely happy, I’m FUCKING THIRSTY.  Okay, stop.

You know what I like about Chuck? They always gave the viewers what they wanted. So sad that it’s ending.

Anyway, angst is so overrated. I’m going to go meet Drunk Vanessa 2012. I really hope she’s not an asshole or cries a lot. I swear, I will punch her in her punch-drunk face….and call it Fight Club. 

Bloop. Over and out. Happy Fried Day.