Granted, I did got to bed last night, which would explain my early blog. I did go to bed about 9:30 last night, I think. I knew it was shortly after I got off work. So this weekend has taught me a lot of things. Don't get drunk at parties. Don't have conversations with chicks who look like they wanna make out with you. They will usually try. And Smack a Bitch Who tries to put his hands on you (gotta try that out.... next time...)

I probably should be working out. But I ate breakfast instead & decided to write about my life. I've got all day to work out. I'm hoping to soon see that new Tim Burton film that just came out, if only I can get someone to go with me.

I've been hoping to clear the air with Harvey. I really want him to know that I care about him. Perhaps I haven't thought about his perspective enough. I mean, I've been thinking about his feelings. But I haven't been tryin' to think about what's going through his head. I imagine if I had lost someone i'd been with for that long no matter the circumstance I'd be an sabsolute wreck. I'm still amazed he's able to show up to work on time. I've just really been making an effort to try to make him more comfortable around me. This will perhaps involve us getting drunk together. Maybe we should celebrate something. Idk, it's sketchy. Idk how to navigate this situation, tho I imagine he hasn't been in one like this anymore. 1. a former gf that doesn't hate him. 2. a dead one. 3. and dealing with a bunch of other heavy shit. I think maybe i'm focusing on this too much. Maybe I should just let it alone. But I don't want him to think I don't care. He said to not worry about it.
I try so hard. But it's really difficult . I'm trying to care without worrying.