13,740 Days Alive
4 Bone-In Chicken Thighs
1 Minor Panic Attack
I am exhausted. Post-panic attack bullshit.
Long, stupid, complicated story short: I had a panic attack. Because I don’t like cooking things without at least a basic recipe and didn’t know what to make for dinner when what I had planned didn’t Go To Plan.
I hate it. I need different/better meds. Or my meds adjusted again. Doctor appointment on Tuesday.
I’m going to bed. I have work in the morning.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 