When one door closes...
The day of my breakup, I got hired so I officially have a new job (on top of my writing job) this January. So I thank the heavens for giving me something to celebrate about despite that sad day. I pretty much had no time to grieve because I was planning my commute routes by afternoon.
And I'm a free spirit so... Well not really, I'm sort of dating someone at the moment. I'm not even sure if dating is the right term for it. We've promised exclusivity but it doesn't mean we're together just yet. I just don't like multi-dating. One guy at a time. Besides, new guy is a big fan of taking things super slow and I'm not complaining, I just got out of a relationship and although I don't really believe in the "3-months rule" bullshit, it seems a little bit disrespectful on both parties to start having a relationship 3 weeks after my last one. Plus things need to get settled first before we move forward.
What else...
I was sick last night but I am so grateful that I got a Gatorade 6 pack because that shit made me sweat out my fever. I couldn't sleep at around 2am because my body and joints were aching so I decided to down a glass of gatorade and within 15 minutes, I was sweating my tshirt off and the pain subsided. Hoorah.
I really wish I was in New York right now... |