Ripped Out Of Bed

[Dutch Lock Down Day Two Hundred Forty Five]

Actually, no, the rumination last night was super intense and I’m not sure how much actual quality sleep I achieved – when the alarm went off this morning, I seriously almost rolled over and snoozed until second alarm.

But, see, rumination that keeps you awake all night, KEEPS YOU AWAKE IN THE MORNING.

After I don’t know how long, I rolled out of bed, growled, set my shoulders, drew my sword, and am ready for another day of fights.

But first the news:

I’m so totally sorry to be vague posting, but I’m not sure of the Dutch laws and I’m somewhat flying blind, but I will say that yesterday I completely crumbled. To the floor. Sobbing on the shoulder of my partner.

And by the end of the day, I was PISSED with metaphorical SWORD DRAWN.

I blame the hormones.

And I do hereby promise to get you the full story as soon as it’s resolved.

Or, fuck it, I’ll post the whole story once I’ve spoken to a few of my Dutch friends.


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