functioning

My sweetie is watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing (smoochies to whoever gets the reference) teen-tv-sitcoms, but that's allowed since she's feeling sick.

Meanwhile I had the first ever "chat about my functioning" at work (I have no idea what else to call it in English) with the cute gay supervisor-type-bloke. He was wearing something sleeveless. It was very hard to concentrate. Or form sentences. Glurble. I think we got on ok. Apparently I still need to quit the whole "invisible me" thing. You know, the thing where you let people walk all over you because you don't think you're important? Yep, that. And he said something else I've had teachers say about me since I was in primary school, but I can't remember what... he was sleeveless...

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