Otherwise known as Day 57 of my captivity.
I was through by 8:37 a.m. And it was just a bareback burro ride through the Mojave Desert without so much as a cup of coffee from there.
Normally I can leave the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad stuff at the halfway point of my trip home. My rule is no b.s. south of exit 70.
Which is fine … any other day. But today, I passed 70 … and was in such a snit that I drove some 20 exits south instead of 10.
And found myself at my old work building.
Yep, by freaking instinct, I ended up there.
I miss it so much, I could just die sometimes.
Ended up going to the cupcake shop I discovered two weeks before I got evicted and thrust into THNGVBD world. Got Momma three cupcakes. And we ate them ALL.
Now that I’m home (and frosting-filled), I went online to look for a new favorite wine. The winery in California doesn’t even sell it. And Total Wine is out of it across the country.
However, there is ONE STORE on the East Coast with my wine.
And you fucking guessed it — it’s at the goddamn wine store that was two blocks from the office I inadvertently DROVE TO today.
I’m not sure I can do this anymore. There are people I absolutely love … and there is everybody else. And the balance is never close to being, well, balanced.
I miss happiness.
