It’s 8:31pm on a Friday night

It’s 8:31pm on a Friday night

I’m sitting in bed, wearing my new red Bebe sweater that no one got to see except my mom and Will and Olivia over Facetime

It’s been a productive day

That’s a lie

I had an interview at 11:30, but haven’t done much since

To be fair, it’s the first day of my period so my cramps have been packing their usual punch

I have no plans to go out

I’m not particularly hungry for dinner

When you’re unemployed, meals are at a weird time because why do you need to eat when there’s not much to expend your energy on?

I have a day planned tomorrow, cramps willing, and I’m determined to have a pleasant time even if it’s raining the way forecast predicts

It’s 8:35pm on a Friday night

I’m in bed and listening to Spanish music

And in this moment, I’m relatively content