14,007 Days Alive
3 Slices of Pizza Eaten for Dinner
I’m four thousand words behind in NaNoWriMo already this year. I’m not too worried as I usually write a lot on the weekends.
Work was stressful.
I don’t like my new therapist.
Mellon is mildly unwell with not-Covid.
And I’m tired.
That’s about it.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 