14,023 Days Alive
I’ve had the hiccups for half an hour now and they are really starting to hurt.
It’s just another notch in the “today was so frustrating that I needed to get emotional support tacos with extra hot sauce because I nearly broke down in tears at work because I’m doing something new and didn’t get the full explanation until two days into the project” frustration stick of the day.
So tacos. And Kitchen Nightmares. And writing. Yes, writing!!
I didn’t crochet at all. My hands hurt after all I worked on.
Anyway, it’s late and I’m tired. Mentally I’m frazzled but fine. I can’t wait for the weekend to be able to mail Papa Ben his blanket.
Take your meds, folks!
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