This morning, a coworker asked me if everything is ok. She said I haven't seemed like my normal, perky self since she came back from vacation - which is also the week I came back from Camp Crazy. I brushed her off with a "Well, I wouldn't normally call myself perky anyway!" then sequestered myself back in my office.
I mentioned the convo to the ladies I eat lunch with, and did not get the response I was expecting. Two of them didn't say anythihng, but the third kind of muttered something along the lines of "Yeah, it's been awhile." That gave me pause. I thought I was doing better and putting on a socially acceptable front. Now I'm thinking I've done less well at being my "normal perky self" than I thought.
Progress = stagnated.
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Ever felt slightly cheated by fate? Last night, I needed a laundromat. There are two that are mostly equidistant from my house. I chose one of them and headed that way. I had the address and a general idea of where I was going. But my phone's GPS refused to connect and the plaza(s) where the laundromat did not have laundromats in them. I'm not normally a "fate" kind of person, but I just had this feeling I was fated to go to the other laundromat. Something was going to happen. So I went (and it was extremely easy to locate, BTW). I got there, started my laundry, sat, waited, and...nothing. Not a damn notable thing happened. Nothing bad happened at the other place, either.
I'm feeling slightly cheated by fate for making my night so boring. But at least the laundromat trip made a good cover for sneaking off to a meeting I didn't want to go to and really didn't want to discuss with B. So there was that.
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Random girl, out.