And then things got personal

Sunday was a pretty crap day.

During the conversation with my dad to wish him Happy Father's Day I realized this was just another chalk mark to our tally of increasingly boring and stilted conversations. My dad used to be a really interesting person and although we never had much in common, I always loved hearing his stories. Now he has nothing to say to me and I don't know why. I have my suspicions (he doesn't approve of my politics, the church is his life now and he knows I'm not interested in hearing about Jesus, he recognizes on some level that I don't hold him in the same esteem that I used to), but I don't know for sure and it's not worth my asking to find out why.

At my session with Andrew, I called it quits before our scheduled end. I couldn't do the last set of the movement we were working on. After two of three sets, I said "I can't do another set of those" and sat down. It was the first time I've ever done that. I have always finished every set. Even if I had to go down weight. Even if we ran over time. Even if it took a little more than I had. I always finished. Yesterday was a first and it wasn't what I'd consider a good one.

I lost my shit at mckitterick and behaved in a super inappropriate manner, putting him in a bad place and not helping the situation at all.

At least I got part of my costume for Friday's show revamped. It looks great. I got to hang out with someone I haven't seen in a while while I was working on it, so that was nice.

The rest of the day was wretched, though. And I was so tired. Even during the good parts. Ugh.

Yesterday was marginally better.

And this morning I felt good enough to go to the gym.

Today's Tumblr is Tuesday, June 17: Well-Written Women.