I feel like I’ve been hit with a truck today, yes I do.



Book? Condo? Boyfriends?



They all suck.



Thank God for my boring, high-paid job, where I can get in at noon, close my blinds, cancel my meetings, and do mind-numbing work for the next six hours without having to exercise a brain cell.



Sometimes I long to be one of those people who just sits on the sidelines, never getting bloody.



Then, unfortunately, I get a good night’s sleep and I’m ready to fight again. Where in the world did I get this resilience?



I miss my dad.