13,424 Days Alive
It was, apparently, cage cleaning day at The Idiot and Rude Jerk Zoo. Ugh. But I did get to crochet on lunch!
Rather than have a screwdriver when I got home from a particularly hellish day at work, I had water.
Be proud of me because alcohol is a crutch I once leaned on far too heavily.
I’ve applied for a lot of jobs. A lot. Gotten a lot of rejections as well. But I’ll keep trying.
I’ve got a migraine coming on. The whole right side of my face hurts. So I’m going to take my Imatrex and go the bell to bed…
…as soon as I appease the Duolingo owl.
Take your meds, folks.
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