13,524 Days Alive
1 Terrible Haircut
Today… nothing went to plan. I’ve cried twice today. And had a panic attack. And got zero packing done.
But I did get to see old friends, have sushi, and sing along in some car-karaoke.
I am not doing too great right now, so I’m just going to head to bed so I’m well-rested when I meet up with some of the Gator clan tomorrow for lunch.
Take your meds, folks.