13,226 Days Alive
I’m having a wretched brain day. Like, absolutely awful. I’ve tried locking the brain gremlins in the oubliette, but they pulled a Nothing, from Neverending Story and basically sucked all the color from my mental landscape.
It’s not even grey. It’s just… nothing. Hollow. I had to put off my therapy appointment because I had to prioritize my insulin this paycheck. Which, I’ll admit, is aggravating as hell that I have to chose between my blood sugar and my mental health.
I still haven’t finished Papa Tom’s Buffalo Plaid Blanket. I’m on the last color repeat, five and a half rows left before the border.
Anyway, I’m in a shitty mood and I’m going to bed early to escape myself.
Take your meds, folks.
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