13,073 Days Alive
I didn’t get a single thing done today at work that I wanted to. I’m phenomenally frustrated.
I was so vexed after work and after my session that I colored my hair. I went from radiant raspberry to straight up, purple-black plum. I dig it, even if it’s darker than I thought it would be.
I have A Thing after work tomorrow. Requires Adulting. But I’m going to reward myself with a trip to Barnes and Nobles afterwards, regardless if I have something to celebrate.
Mentally… I’m not doing great. I keep having poor sleep, lots of nightmares. I have given up on the sleep medication. I need to talk to Peter here soon. I feel like I’m on too much. I want to dial back some of the meds. The hydroxyzine and the trazadone, I think. And the Adderall didn’t help at all. I’m going to mix it with a caffeine pill tomorrow and see if that helps.
I didn’t work on Baby Alice’s blanket today. I’d better crochet my hands off this coming weekend. That kid deserves a lovely blanket. And maybe a stuffed animal.
Spock has been a total cry baby tonight. He’s so good motivated which makes it easy to teach him tricks, but difficult to walk in the kitchen. Heh.
Anyway, I’m going to knock out a lesson on Duolingo before bed.
Take your meds, folks.