The joy of getting kids up for school has begun.

I’m taking next Monday off work and already have 2 apartment tours scheduled.

We finally finished watching the Monica/Chandler wedding episode of Friends. It’s a show we all were rewatching together. I was so looking forward to us doing a hand fasting next year. They were going to be the 2 most beautiful brides. I was so happy the day she said yes. 😢

I know it’s August, but we’re moving into Chicago soon, so I finally got our bikes down. I got the tires filled and found my bike helmet. Maybe I’ll actually ride later.

Easiest fix for lawn mower not starting? Put the spark plug back in. It seemed to have vibrated itself out.

I don’t like that I’ve become someone who feels like I’m being dramatic all the time. I try to remember that I’m not the one who caused all this pain. She’s the one who stopped communicating. It helps that as a triad, I have my other partner as support and confirmation it wasn’t us.

I am so stressed out and nobody is paying attention to me and why would anyone pay attention to me and I hate that I’ve become someone with drama when I’m usually the calm and chill one that other people lean on.

Even just planning to talk to my ex about getting the things I bought back from her has me stressed out. She hasn’t been exactly reasonable in conversations so far.

Just waiting for the anxiety med to kick in so I can work. Yay, capitalism!

At the poly meetup tonight, someone asked what @luz-de-la-luna.bsky.social where going to do to celebrate our 10 year anniversary next January and neither of us had thought about it.

It’s a second anxiety med kinda day.

There is a woodchipper across the street that has been going since 8am. I could really use a break from the noise. I hope they finish soon.

A little rough on the first song, but the other 3 songs went much better. And I had a couple of friends show up.

Anxiety sucks. I don’t have the self confidence I used to have. I’m slowly getting better, but she really did a number on me.

I’m planning on playing an open mic tonight for the first time since the breakup. She was there the last time. I played a song that had special meaning to her and I looked up to see her crying while I was playing. Now I’m crying thinking about it.

I hate Sunday nights. I had arranged it so I would spend Sunday nights with my triad and then work from the farm. It made it so I looked forward to Sunday nights. Just one more thing I lost when she ended us. I may never really understand what happened.

Excedrine did its job. Out at dinner and trying not to think about the wedding I’m not at. I’ve cried enough about this girl who broke my heart.

Looking online at apartments today gave me a headache.

One of the things I look forward to on Friday.