Yesterday, my husband took my daughter and went away. They went to Dayton for the night so that I could have some desperately needed time alone.

I left work, drove up to Polaris and went shopping. I was looking for something specific which means I didn’t find it. Also, even though I lost a whole shit-ton of weight, I still didn’t like the way I looked in any of it. That was my issue and not the items.

After a very disappointing evening of shopping, I took myself out to dinner. I had a glass of wine and enjoyed just sitting there by myself with nothing to do, think about, or even worry about.

When I went home, I had a Netflix and chill evening. What did I watch, you might ask. Well, if you know anything about me, you know it had something to do about serial killers because I’m demented. I watch Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil, and Vile – the Ted Bundy biopic.

I will say this, I’m so proud of Zac Efron. Look at him…going from High School Musical to playing Ted Bundy. He was very impressive. The other issue I have, however, is that the girlfriend had the potential to be a very interesting character but got lost in the Ted Bundy aspect of the movie. I get it, it’s Ted Bundy and that’s what he did but you had the opportunity to really dive down into how damaging Ted Bundy was to her psychologically and her motives for doing what she did and you missed the opportunity.

After the movie, Conversations with a Killer: The Ted Bundy Tapes started, cause Netflix knows me.

Also, my jam. I got through an episode and a half before I started drifting off. I’m definitely going back to this one.

There you have it folks. When left to my own devices, I drink wine and watch shows about serial killers. They’ll probably never leave me alone again.