12,863 Days Alive
Today is one of those big sad days. One of those days where how I’m feeling is akin to a physical burden.
I’m low on spoons again. I never did get around to explaining spoon theory, I realize, and should get on that soon.
I went to bed as normal last night but couldn’t sleep. I was awake until almost one. And now I’ve got a sleep deprivation headache and was almost late to work because it was so hard to get out of bed.
Work however was good. I spent my lunch hour sketching out the map for my fictional world that is for my NaNoWriMo 2020 project.
I might read for a bit before bed, but honestly I’m so tired I think I’d rather just go to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
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