12,471 Days Alive
Exhausted and I’ve got a headache.
For that I love words, I’m crap at communicating. I hoard information, forget to tell people things, strive to keep others from being inconvenienced by my blather and troubles. But for all that I try, I don’t always make good decisions. I don’t always do the right thing.
And it can blow up spectacularly in my face.
But I’ve already cried four times today. Don’t need to do so again.
I need to take something for the headache and crawl into bed.
Take yourself meds folks.