13,374 Days Alive
3 Minutes Late to Work
I am exhausted, emotionally wrung out, and I slept funny and pinched a muscle or something in my neck. I’m fine, but man did today suck rocks.
The whole neck muscle thing? It’s pissing me off because I can’t turn my head past a certain point in either damn direction. I’ve got the heating pad on it now and am stretching as best I can.
Work is a train wreck. I’m so tired every morning. But then I get like five hours of focus out of my meds. It’s like I’m dependent on my adderall , which has negative connotations to me, to not squirrel off mentally when at work.
My hand hurts. Right hand. Dunno why.
I got some writing done tonight. Not much, but a little. Still working on Chapter Six of Crows at the Crossroads.
Anyway, I’m going to go meditate a bit to try and loosen up.
Take your meds, folks.