The weekend seems anticlimatic. I want it to be better than I expect it to be. I am placing abstract verbs upon how I feel. I tend to verb myself when I feel less than satisfied. At that point I must ask myself: what will make me satisfied? I always answerer: nothing here, but that is dooming myself.
I started a story about a boy, a bicycle, and a blizzard.
I bought wine glasses, champagne glasses, and martini glasses. These are tools towards being social.
I keep thinking that I can control how I feel, so if I just keep thinking happy I will be happy.
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