12,913 Days Alive
3,440 Words Written for NaNoWriMo
3 Tacos Eaten
1 Tired Me
I am exhausted, mentally and physically. There are still no clear results in the presidential election. Im still terrified that horrid man is going to win a second term.
I broke 3k writing today, but my heart wasn’t in it. I am just so tired. I tried to read but my Kindle wouldn’t cooperate with me and died because I need to charge it.
I’m sore and tired and fried. I miss Fen. They’ve been overnighting at their other job, so they haven’t been home. But they’ll be back tomorrow.
Spock is demanding attention again. I’m going to go play with him, maybe do a tarot card reading before bed.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 