At least here and now (Easter weekend recap)

I woke up in the middle of the night Saturday. It was one of those sharp, cold wake ups where I knew an immediate attempt to fall back asleep would be hilariously futile.

I wandered onto YouTube. I was immediately met with videos about the devil and spiritual warfare (not pro devil, I assure you). Naturally, I watched a few. I actually tend to believe that’s real phenomenon. Spiritual warfare. Satan. Ugh.

This accidentally ended up being good preparation for Ready or Not 2, which I went to see with my best friend “A.”, a movie with strong anti-Satan undertones. Easter weekend, ayyyy! There’s absolutely nothing scandalous or secret about our friendship, and if you know me in real life you know who A is, but there have been times people developed parasocial relationships with my blogs and I don’t want to, you accidentally expose my absolutely ordinary inner circle too much.

Hah.

I went to the gym and met with a trainer. I could write about health and fitness but who needs more blogs about that shit? I’m figuring that out myself. Rest assured I’ll whore out that journey when I get there.

I also kept a watchful eye out in the gym cafe for like 3 unattended little girls who probably ranged in age from like…. 5-8? I could not for the freaking life of me see any adult with their eyes on them or around them. I was so confused. I’m no parent but I am forever pervert-scanning. Eventually their guardian appeared but 10/10 would have not left my girls that age unattended. Maybe I’m wildly overprotective though.

I went into Ready or Not 2, a movie with a strong female heroine and anti-satanic undercurrents blind and exhausted. I knew very little about the first movie. This might have accidentally enhanced my experience. My Celcius packet drove me there. I truly cannot remember the last time I drove so exhausted.

Regardless, I did not crash the car and the gore of the movie woke me up.

Maybe watching movie sequels first will be my new thing.

Caught up with my mom for the first time in several days. There has been friction between us lately, but we took Miles to Panera today to bury the hatchet and she saved me a cross cookie from church.

Jesus died on the cross. It’s always the season for forgiveness. I’m just a stubborn, bitter, sassy bitch sometimes. One that sometimes pokes at hearts, scours answers, searching for something like remorse or sympathy over past situations that just isn’t there.

On either side. Hah.

I’m at the Barnes and Noble cafe now. Writing. People

watching. Maybe I’ll even get a little more wild and read.

A man with a British accent just sat adjacent to me. He’s leaving a voicememo to himself about some PDFs. He’s somewhere in between middle aged and “senior.” I wonder what he’d categorize himself as. I always make up brief stories about strangers. Maybe it’s a writer thing. Or I’m just weird.

These, of course, aren’t mutually exclusive traits.

If people looked at me now, they’d see stray smirks, busy thumbs, and of course no one is.

But that’s fine. That’s the way I almost want it. At least here and now.

❤️