13,195 Days Alive
I’ve got a minor toothache and it’s a pain in the… well, mouth actually. But I’ll be fine. I just need to find an in-network dentist that takes whatever insurance I have. It’ll be fine.
I got crying tears of anger mad today at work. Basically, someone took my lunchbox about two weeks ago. Ate the lunch inside it and disappeared the reusable bag. It reappeared, with strawberry jam all over the front of it, today. I was so angry that I had to throw it away. The goo wasn’t coming off when someone tried to rinse it off for me. So angry. I know the person doesn’t like me, but really, to stoop to such a childish thing?? Ugh.
Anyway. I got more writing done on chapter three. I’m still not sure where it end it. I know what I want to accomplish in this chapter and the next. But I’m not sure how to get there. Oh well. Just keep writing, eh?
Mentally, I’m not sure I’m okay. This whole endless menstrual cycle thing is really dragging me along by the heels. It’ll stop eventually.
I’m going to bed. I’m in too much pain to stay up.
Take your meds, folks.
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