When I get home, I’m tired, even though it’s still early. There’s just been too much disappointment shoved down my throat recently, and it’s worn me out.
I consider my options. Maybe turn on the TV? Go through my growing list of DVR’d options and winnow it down a bit? The advantage is I could lose myself in oblivion for at least a couple of hours or fall asleep on the couch. I’d get up and go to bed when my snoring woke me. It wouldn’t be the first time! The thought depresses. I can always move into the office and bring up OkCupid and try my luck again—maybe be a little more proactive this time, seek out a man whose description and picture not only seem honest but jibe with what I actually want.
Nah, not right now. The thought of doing that is even more depressing.
On a brighter note, I
