I just got home. Traffic on 108 was horrible. Pretty much all the way home.
I‘m just going to go in Thursday morning, leave and come back, so I don’t have to stay until 4:00 tomorrow, too. It’s clearly not worth it.
I was sad today. It would’ve been nice to have had someone to talk to. I guess I had my chance when S asked me if I was okay. At the time, I thought I was okay, but I really wasn’t. As the day wore on, I kind of fell apart. Weepy.
It might be the season.
I felt…very alone, today.
Time to eat. Talk later.