Still nothing. I’m torn between a desire to write and a feeling of disgust towards it. And I know it’s still a mother-thing. I need to get it out of my system, but I’m too much of a coward. I. Just. Can’t. There’s a horror movie in theaters right now called Mom, lol, I think it’s a great name for a scary movie. Don’t know what it’s actually about but I know it’s a Guillermo Del Toro’s production so I wanna see it, and hopefully it won’t be triggering. (Or maybe I want it to be a trigger so I can get this over with?)
Today doesn’t seem like a regular Sunday because I don’t have to work tomorrow. Alleluia for long weekends. However, it also means I’m gonna miss my appt with Mr. Shrinky. I should do a post about him lol, after all, I’ve done one on N already. But I’m digressing. The mother is out of town and BF is enjoying his Super Bowl day with his friends so I’ve been pretty much left on my own, just chilling with the kitties. Also, I’m sad to report that Lula, the doggy addition to the household, had to go to another house; the kitties weren’t adjusting well to her and she was always scared and hiding from them. I’m glad se went to a nice home though, with a huge garden and where she’ll be properly looked after. This is the last pic I have of her, I’m the one holding her:
Maybe I’m not into the writing mood because this Sunday doesn’t feel like one, maybe tomorrow I’ll have something worth saying, or maybe my mind’s blocked until I let it have its way and write about what it wants to say? I guess we’ll see tomorrow who wins.