13,278 Days Alive
Today was tough. Begging for money for insulin tough. Wanting a goddamned smoke and an adult beverage tough.
Just… exceedingly difficult.
So I colored my hair with Fen’s help. I went delightfully ginger. I hope work doesn’t make me change it back.
I packed for the weekend at Mal and Bubbles’ place. Remembered my meds, my makeup, my Kindle, and spare charger.
I don’t think I’ll bring crocheting. I’m not in a good headspace and I don’t want to tangle bad vibes into something important.
Anyway, it’s bed time and the brain gremlins are hellacious right now. Stuck in a negative feedback loop. I’m going to bed out of self-preservation.
Take your meds, folks.
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