13,381 Days Alive
I had a bad day.
A very bad day.
I’m pissed off and can’t talk about why.
I got maybe four hundred words written tonight. Not enough, but more than zero.
I did Duolingo, played on Finch. Takes with J and Chelé.
But gods do I feel like I’m drowning.
I’m going to go meditate lest I clench my jaw in my sleep and wake up with a worse tension headache than I have now.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 