In Which I Am Dull
Why am I dull because I’m bloody exhausted, that’s why. As an example of how exhausted I am, I misspelled over half of the words in these two sentences. One of them was misspelled. One of them was words.Thank you, spell check.
So yeah, not at my best.
I was up until midnight last (last has a T in it) night editing pictures (transposed the T and the U) from work, then up at 6AM to leave by 8AM to go to a ballroom dance competition, also for work. I expected to spend the day with a fake smile on my face while I quietly hated all life on planet earth but you know what? I had fun. A lot of fun. Why? Watching people do what they love and support each other makes me happy. Still fucking tired but happy.
And the support was genuine. People from different studios all cheered for and honestly complimented each other. That was fun to watch. Also, (also do not contain a D anywhere in it) dancing. It’s impossible to be unhappy and dance at the same time. So I was surrounded by happy, chatty nice people all day and surprisingly, I did not feel the urge to kill more than once or twice. For me that is good.