Can’t sleep.
Stomach upset and guts grumbling.
It’s been a while since I burned the midnight oil long enough to bother making a post like this.
As I mentioned earlier, my anxiety is getting the best of me at times.
I still slightly wish I could build my own tiny home.
Ugh. Stomach, why???
I’m going to go crochet for a bit. Or read.
Ciao for now.
Postmark Wonderland 