12,653 Days Alive
I’m in a mood today. Tired and out of sorts with a touch of a sour stomach and a runny nose.
Things are allowed to be difficult, but I do wish they wouldn’t be difficult all at once.
I got my soup fix at least, but my stomach is still unhappy. I’m going to bed after another chapter of Little Women. I’m about a third of the way through it; trying to take my time reading rather than just devouring it.
My head hurts. I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
