13,621 Days Alive
18 Days Till NaNoWriMo Starts
Mellon invited me to his family’s Thanksgiving dinner thing in Indiana.
Bianco is going to watch Mr. Spock overnight so I can go. I’m excited, but a little nervous. We’ve only been talking for about nine weeks and only dating for the last week or so. But, I really like him and he seems keen on having me over.
It’ll be a simple overnight trip. But it’ll be the first Thanksgiving I don’t go to the Papas. Maybe I can see them that weekend or something.
My anxiety is stuck at a solid eight on a ten scale. I had to ask my Papas for help because I was down to seven dollars. Seven. Dollars. I couldn’t even get a load of bread and my meal shakes for that much.
I’m off tomorrow, so I am going to try and get up early and get my laundry done so I can chill the rest of the day.
Emphasis on chill, though, as it will be in the thirties tomorrow morning. But it’s fine. I have the amazing parka like coat Chelé got me! I’ll be toasty warm.
Anyway, that’s all for tonight.
Take your meds, folks.
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