So I have my usual Monday appt. with Sid tomorrow (I guess technically today, since it’s after midnight). I’d been planning to joke with him how I had the overachiever flu. I’d been sick, tried to power through, and it turned into the flu.
Well, I spent all weekend in bed. Friday night, I stayed up until… hmm, about this exact time, catching up on OITNB on Netflix. Then Saturday I slept. And slept. And slept some more. Then watched Big Hero 6, and went back to sleep.
Today, I spent the majority of the day in bed, but maybe didn’t need to. I did some reading, then got a crappy grade on the quiz I took (ok, 78% isn’t that crappy), and beat myself up for not knowing better than to try and do schoolwork when sick. I tried to nap a couple times, but I think I was sleep-ed out.
So I spent most of the time on my computer.
Well, I eventually got bored with all the usual suspects. So, of course, I thought it was a great idea to resurrect my online dating profile.
Hi. Yeah. I am so not fucking sober. I need a sponsor.
At least now I’m incredibly damn picky about whether or not I think a guy would be a good match?
I wasted HOURS of time combing through profiles of potential matches. I didn’t send any messages, or even respond to the one message I got. (The entire message was, “Hi” Like, really? That’s the best you’ve got?)
Aaaaaand about 20 minutes ago I re-deactivated my account. *sigh*
So at least I’m that smart.
But now I need to own this shit. Fess up to Sid. And get some help. Because clearly I’m struggling. 😦
I think I’m going to reach out to Lee and tell her, no, really, I need a GD sponsor. I don’t care if it’s temporary.