13,435 Days Alive
14 Tarot Cards Read
1 Episode of Our Flag Means Death Watched
I’m about to medicate and crawl into bed.
Today was a nice kind of exhausting. I saw a total of five friends. J, Bill6, Chelé, Sparrow, and Sparrow’s boyfriend Finch.
It was an awesome day. I got to try a new craft, diamond painting. I quite liked it and will likely be picking up the hobby come winter or so, as that is when I think I will be out of crochet projects.
I am, however, in a shit ton of pain. I don’t know why, but I am. I’ve taken my meds and am lying on the heating pad as we speak.
It is Sunday. That means work tomorrow. I am eternally grateful for having a job. I just wish it was one that didn’t make me physically ill at the thought of it. Oh well.
Speaking of jobs, I took the weekend off from applying for jobs. So I’m still at 135 applications, but now up to forty three rejections. Just gotta keep going.
Anyway, I’m for bed. Take your meds, folks.
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