I just keep putting it off...

I used to write at work. I can't really do that much anymore, so I try not to. When I get home, writing about what's up seems like a chore. Unfortunately.

Spent a good deal of time with the Emperor recently. It felt like a vacation, to be honest.

My issue the last few days has been head-scratchingly tough. (I need to pause a moment and say that I can't believe I actually typed head-scratchingly and don't intend to replace it with something better.) I used to have a lot of female friends. Say what you want about a fat guy being trapped in the friend zone, but I really enjoyed it.

Then I starting dating and eventually married someone who, in retrospect, was insanely jealous. I stopped calling or responding to said female friends because I didn't want to set her off. During this time, I really only knew ladies who were her friends.

Now I'm out of all that, and I'm trying to reconnect with someone. Trust me, my interest is platonic. (If you're reading this, you don't know her. Thanks for the concern regardless.) However, I can't get over the awkwardness and the nervousness. I really just want a friend, but for some reason my own emotions haven't gotten the memo.

Stupid text messaging as a method of communication. Trust me, you really don't want my addled mind adding layers of subtext to your words. You should probably just call so I can hear some inflection. That's advice I should follow myself.