I just finally got around to watching the finale of Spartacus.
It wasn’t the finale of Spartacus.
I already turned off my Starz.
Alas. Woe. #firstworldproblems
So I have this bad habit of starting sentences with adverbs. Oh well. 🙂
Anyway, I had company this weekend who asked me why I have pictures hanging everywhere of my ex-partner….They wondered if it was an indication that I am still holding out hope to get back together or I am not over them or whatnot. I said no, I just really haven’t had the time to deal with it considering grad school and blah blah blah….
But since they said that, now all I can think of is the task. My eyes go to the pictures of them immediately as I walk by my framed pictures and mosaics…. It’s a pain in the ass. It requires an emotional dissonance and dissociation I am not totally prepared for and yet, I know it needs to be done.
It’s not like I am doing anything better today.
Facebook and Pinterest and homework and the last episode of Spartacus can wait I suppose.
I hate endings.
But I love beginnings. It’s a balance I suppose.