12,824 Days Alive
Today was a difficult day at work. I woke up with a sour stomach.
It’s probably nothing; just anxiety manifesting in an inconvenient fashion or the Taco Bell I ate yesterday disagreeing with me. Either way, it made today difficult as hell.
My stomach seems to have calmed down now, a bit. I actually tried drinking a bit of milk and that seems to have helped.
I’m wrung out though. I had an opportunity fall into my lap to get my own place and it came through today. So… three weeks till I move. I told Steph and Tink tonight, as I wanted them not to be blindsided by my departure.
I have to start… no. I have to get ready for bed and get some sleep. I can make lists and such tomorrow.
Take your meds, folks.
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