Work is a lot better than when I initially bitched about it for three months straight. My coworker and I have a rubber band ball going. I have a bigger desk. I’m not as quiet anymore. People seem to like me a bit more. We’re moving to Brooklyn possibly this winter, which will mean finally having windows and sunlight.

Outside of work, life is a lot of boy time interspersed with friend time and gym time and it’s great. The best night I had this week was just lying in bed with the boy looking up fancy things we won’t ever be able to afford. It was dumb but that didn’t really matter. He’s just been the greatest thing ever. We’re going to Florida in two weeks and I’m excited to have my first real vacation since March and to chill with family and see the Wizarding World of Harry Potter and manatees. And after that I’m planning a fancy people party so I can see some people who have been gone too long.

I’ve been generally happy and I’ve spent a lot less time dwelling on the absence of people and a lot more time being excited about the people who are around. My former roommate blocked me on Facebook now, so I can’t even see his picture. Just his name. I guess this means he’s still angry. I used to stalk more often. Now I tend not to think about what he might be feeling. It used to be “how could this have happened” and now it’s just “that happened,” and I’m periodically nostalgic but ultimately have no regrets. I just wish people would stop asking me if I’ve heard from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named lately, because the answer will always be the same.

This is getting super dumb. Whatever, maaaan. I’m going to work now.