Funk

I've concluded I'm in a funk.
Yesterday, one of my bosses throws me under the bus to cover another boss' a**. I confront her, and she tells me - "that we have to protect her…". Bullsh*t! At my expense? You must be joking! I then go outside with my friends to go to lunch, and I'm told that my car, parked in FRONT of work, was hit by another car - and the driver took off. I concluded today is going to be yet another sucky day, get into my friend's car and look down, and I've broken a nail. On top of 5 days of no sleep, I was a raging b*tch.

I come home, trying to make plans for dinner… and no one's answering their phones! ARGGGGGGGGGGGH! To let off steam, I decide to vibe it out. I CAN'T EVEN MAKE MYSELF CUM, G*DDAMNIT! OMG!! I can't even get that done!!

C shows up to pick me up for dinner with my sister and her fiance. I go to call her, and I realize my phone has NO signal. We end up having a great time with them. We laughed a lot - which hasn't been working in our favor lately. Good food, good friends - made the whole day much better.

We drive home. It's past 10, C says he's not going to come in - he's going to head home to bed. But then, out of the ordinary - he gets out of the car as I'm getting out. I ask him what he's doing and he says, "Walking you to the door to say goodnight." And I laugh, because it dawns on me, that he's never done it. Not because he didn't want to, but we've never had a situation where he was saying goodnight to me on my porch. He takes me in his arms, and really kisses me. Like, I get that old familiar feeling - despite the bad sex, arguments, lack of sleep - and all I can say is, "Wow. That's how you kiss at the end of a date? No wonder the girls always call you back for another." He says, "Oh shuuudup." and smiles. I smile back.

We're making progress. I still have some hope. I know I do. I finally slept last night.
And it was lovely.