Here it is the end of the day. I did everything I was supposed to do, everything that I wanted to do. I have a real feeling of success. And yet…
Mrs CirC? announced she is working tomorrow. That’s OK. We do very little together, except eat at restaurants, go to Church, or watch Highway Patrol in bed. For a change of pace, I Love Lucy is in the DVD for tonight’s viewing pleasure. She falls asleep while it plays.
She tells me she loves me. She means it. But the feeling of being loved doesn’t ignite within me. The positive aspect about this emotional torture is that I don’t want to eat to make it go away.
Sucks to be human. Sometimes.