I am a blob.
I made the cookies he was intending to make. They are red velvet with white chocolate chips. They're good. I think I cooked them a wee tad too long, but they are good. I also realized that we are in desperate need of both a rubber and a metal spatula if we are to be baking cookies. We also need cooling racks, no-stick spray that is not olive oil, and more than one cookie sheet. All that would be good. And, maybe a mixer that does not break in the middle of mixing. That would be good, too. But, I would have not known any of these things had I not undertaken the task of baking cookies.
Other than that, things are entirely the same. In fact, he's still sick. He's on his third cold, he says. He's better, though. And, tomorrow's going to be in the 50s. Ugh. Now, I'm talking about the weather.
We haven't done anything besides grocery shop since we went to see the Star Wars burlesque for V-day. The burlesque show that was awesome, yet we never even discussed. Not once. Well, except when I told him the following day about Chewbacca noticing my shirt.
So, I haven't been blogging because there is nothing new to blog about. I thought blogging about the monotony of it all would help me to fix my life, but I think it's only made me sadder. Because I'm not any closer to doing that.
I have barely been sleeping. Sleeping is so hard. And, then I have no energy to deal with all of these things I so desperately need to deal with in some way, shape, or form.
I just don't know how I got here.