13,574 Days Alive
1,080 Days Straight on Duolingo
I keep flip-flopping back and for from Esperanto to Spanish and it’s kind of scrambled my brain. I have to pick one and stick with it for a bit.
Worked today. Two to nine, because someone didn’t come in, so I stayed late. Had some of the craziest customers today, but that’s normal in retail.
I’ve had this feeling I’m forgetting something. But he’ll if I remember what I’ve forgotten. It’s like Neville with the Remebrall. So frustrating.
Mentally… I’m alive. I don’t know much beyond that. I’m on the struggle bus but I’m doing my best to be okay.
I get to meet a new friend for coffee tomorrow morning. I’m going to wear my red dress so she can find me easily. And maybe after I’ll re-dye my hair so I don’t have to fight the urge to just shave it all off again.
I’m laying with my feet up the wall. Trying to reduce the little bit of swelling I noticed with eight plus hours on my feet. Even in good shoes and with inserts, I need some pain relief tonight.
Anyway, it’s nearly the witching hour. I’m for bed.
Take your meds, folks.
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