12,822 Days Alive
So, work has be buried in it. I am exhausted and my head is killing me. I haven’t heard from a certain friend in several days and I’m worried about her. And my anxiety is stuck at eleven.
This entire day has been like a giant panic attack. I mean, just wretched.
At least I finished Cousin Kay’s blanket tonight! So if nothing else, I did that.
I’m going to bed as soon as humanly possible.
Take your meds, folks.
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