13,057 Days Alive
I’m still in emotional turmoil. Death, mental disasters, and work stress have made a perfect storm of absolute fuckery that has me exhausted.
I went to lay down an hour and a half ago and still can’t settle down. I’m pacing all over my room. I’ve run into my altar twice. The bruises tomorrow are going to suck.
I’m going to go try to read. Maybe some nice, monster filled fiction will help me deal with everything going on.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 