I forgot to charge my headphones earlier, so they’re plugged in now while I sip on some coffee at my desk. I’m working from my laptop today because my UPS battery needs to be replaced—it keeps shutting off, which in turn shuts off my computer. I use the UPS as my computer’s surge protector. Since I don’t have a plug extension and there aren’t enough outlets behind my desk, using the laptop is easier for now. Honestly, I don’t mind. I use it for therapy sessions too, and since I charged it this morning, I can move around the house and work wherever I feel comfortable.
I love reading—but right now I feel like I’m being held hostage by The Paris Apartment. It’s boring, but I can’t quit it. I need to know what happens, and yet I refuse to skip to the last page. So here I am, crawling through it at the pace of a tortoise on vacation. Too slow, way too slow. At this point, I think I’ve been reading it for months. Maybe years. Ok, maybe not years. I just need to finish this book so I can finally move on with my reading life.
I love coffee, but how much is too much? I’ve already had two cups today, and now I’m eyeing a third. Is it indulgence or just part of the ritual? Some people stop at one, while others practically run on caffeine. I guess the real question is: at what point does “just one more cup” turn into “too much”? I usually only have two cups of coffee, not every day. Maybe I’m just thirsty. I’m going to make myself some matcha tea. That should do it for me.
I’ve started coding a simple RPG game, and I’m having a lot of fun with it. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s teaching me a lot as I go. The best part is that it uses a lot of HTML, which I really enjoy working with. It feels like I’m building something piece by piece, and seeing it come to life is pretty exciting. I’m using FreeCodeCamp, which walks you through the process.
For lunch, I ended up having a French bread pizza. I went back and forth on what to eat, but finally decided I just needed something to fill me up, and that hit the spot. For dinner, I think it’s going to be a fend-for-yourself night. Tommy and Chris are heading to a baseball game and won’t be home until late, so it’ll be easiest for the rest of us to just grab whatever sounds good. We’ll probably fend for ourselves tomorrow, too, since Tommy has band practice—unless Kel and I decide we want to cook.
I have therapy coming up soon, and I’m guessing a lot of it will be about my trip. I’m sure socializing will come up, too. I did socialize a little, even though it’s hard for me to just start conversations. Still, I shared a few things here and there. On the flight home, I talked with the two women sitting next to me. I didn’t initiate, of course, but I managed to hold a short conversation, which felt like progress.
Therapy itself went well. We did a quick check-in on my depression and anxiety with the usual set of questions. My scores came back low on both, though my therapist noted that being fresh off a trip might have influenced the results. Most of the session was about my travels. I mentioned how being away made everything happening back in the States feel so distant—almost like a completely different world. He did question my socializing and felt that I’m making a good dent in my progress.
Now it’s nearly five. I made myself some tea with frothed milk, and I’m deciding how to spend the rest of the evening. Maybe I’ll watch some YouTube, play on my Switch, or pick up my Kindle and finally finish The Paris Apartment. Dinner can wait another hour until I actually feel hungry.
