13,356 Days Alive
77 Miles Driven
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1 Massive Work Day
Here’s a secret: I hate driving at night. I’m always terrified I’m going to get into an accident and have no one to call.
An illogical thing, given my support system; even if something terrible happened, gods forbid, I have health insurance. And loved ones.
I’m just scared of being an inconvenience. Of being a burden. I’m working on it. That’s what therapy is for, among other things.
Work was hard today. A lot of last minute work, even though I did my best to get the project to my boss in a timely manner, it was still done at a metaphorical minute to midnight.
I’m going to bed. It’s delightfully chilly and just a little bit rainy. So I’m enjoying it greatly.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 