48 cookies and only 1 mouth

I baked 48 ghiradelli chocolate chip cookies this afternoon, got bailed on, and now have just one mouth to chew them with. Guess my coworkers will reap the rewards tomorrow.

Yesterday I got lunch with Torri at Tweet. I hadn't seen her since January, and all I wanted was to get advice from her, catch up, and talk to someone who is sincere, honest, and has a level head. And it was perfecto. She gave me some great perspectives on life and all the shit that is going on in mine. She also recommended some good books too. All around awesome.

I didn't go out on Friday or Saturday, but I actually wanted to. Unreturned texts and confusion on where I'm "allowed" to be lead to me just watching movies alone with my dog. I watched Friends with Money on Friday (eh) and tried to watch Julian Donkey-Boy but found it totally unwatchable. That leaves me with a perfect streak of hating every Harmony Korine movie so much that I have to stop watching them. And this one even had Herzog as a crazy-ass dad and I STILL couldn't stomach it. I turned it off and watched the White Diamond for the 1,000th time instead.

Still miserable and now having trust and faith-in-others issues, which really isn't helping my shitty attitude already. Maybe eating 48 cookies will make me feel so much worse that I'll forget about how wrecked I am.