This morning I woke up with thoughts of X in my mind and decided I was in need of a much more literal translation of cleansing. Solution? Operation Scrub Down. For every inch of dirt in my apartment that I scrubbed, swiffered, swept, vaccumed, bleached, dusted, and threw away, a thought of X went with it. As a bonus, not only was my apartment getting a deep clean, but I was totally working up a sweat scrubbing the hardwood floors. Win-win. Then I showered, pulled myself together, and felt like a whole new person. This was definitely the most beneficial method of coping yet! They should sell it in a bottle.
LAST NIGHT RECAP: Around 6pm I realized that I had made one major mistake: I didn't make plans for the night! It took approximately four seconds before I started to think about X and how nice it would be to relax and hang out after a long day of work. I immediately slapped myself on the wrist and went straight to the Blockbuster vending machine: movie night with the girls. A double feature and about half a box of Special K Chocolatey Delight beats out sobbing over a big jerk any night of the week.
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