12,490 Days Alive
It’s only six pm and I’m resisting the urge to go to bed already.
I’m so tired. And I’m not feeling well at all. But if I lie down now, I’m going to be up way too early in the morning.
Not to mention, being back at Nan’s means that I have to take care of Jaxon and I don’t look forward to getting jumped on by the dog yet again.
I’m sitting at my laptop, trying to summon the will to write. I kind of wish I had brought some of my adult coloring books with me.
I can’t even bring myself to eat anything for dinner because my stomach is throwing a bitch fit.
I’m going to try and go write, take it easy tonight.
Take your meds, folks.
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