14,035 Days Alive
12 Spicy Nuggets Eaten
1 Awesome Gift
The sunset was lovely today. The skies were still clearing from an earlier storm.
But man am I physically wrung out still.
Like, boot me up in the metaphorical safe mode because I am sore like no one’s business. It’s made worse by a uterus in rebellion at the moment.
I can’t believe it’s only Monday. Ugh.
I’m too tired for much further. I’m not doing great mentally. Not terrible, but definitely suicidal.
I’m still here though.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 