Of Pot Pie and Peculiarities

13,310 Days Alive

10 Hour Work Day

1 Sour Stomach

I’m not feeling well after a very, very long day.

I messed up at work. I’m literally nauseous with anxiety from it. And it’s not fixable. We filed something late because I didn’t know better.

Tomorrow will be a better day.

I actually ate dinner this evening. And breakfast, and lunch. So that’s good. And I made it through the day without caffeine! No coffee, no tea, no caffeine pills; just water and a Coke Zero with dinner.

I have to finish Grandma’s Raspberry Lemonade blanket before her birthday party on the nineteenth. And I need to finish Megan’s scarf here soon, as she need it for her trip!

I just haven’t been able to bring myself to crochet lately. I don’t know why depression is rearing its head. May be seasonal, might be the anniversary of Daddy’s death, could be all the stress between work/social/future planning things. Whatever it is, it sucks.

I don’t see my therapist until next month/year, depending on how you look at it. It’s technically both? Whatever. It sucks, too.

I’ve appeased the Duolingo owl already and taken my meds. I’m going to head to bed.

Take your meds, folks.