14,053 Days Alive
Today was not as long as yesterday, but I did almost royally screw up a case, so now I’m ultra paranoid about doing things wrong at work.
Work is stressful but still enjoyable. Izzy took the day off today, so she wasn’t working. I did have lunch with the IT guy, Scott. He’s a mischievous old dude with a very interesting life. He’s loved in Alaska and on a boat and a few other places. He bought me lunch today coz I bought the last time.
Other than that, I’m still chatting with and seeing Rayne on Sunday. Tomorrow is for sleeping in and chores. This house WILL be clean. And laundry done. And a nap taken, I hope.
A friend came over after work today and, while I didn’t crochet, I did get and give a tarot reading. And we had Taco Bus!
Mentally, I’m not really doing too well; but fuck if I could say why. I’m not really that depressed but I’m so tired of it all. I’m not a danger to myself, or to others, but fuck do I want to not be in pain for just a little while.
It’s not going to happen though. So I’ll just go to bed and try to sleep through the bitchfit that my body is throwing.
Take your meds, folks.
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