I’m tired and still don’t feel well and am debating going to bed at 7 versus staying up to watch the new Top Chef: Texas.
Bed might win.
Also, the ex-not-boyfriend called last night. I wish… I’m not sure what I wish. I guess I wish things there weren’t so fraught and muddled. And I wish I could move on more easily. It’s hard to let go of history and strangely intense and unique connections.
Anyway.
Bed or Top Chef?