14,084 Days Alive
506 Words Written Today
2 Front Tires in Need of Replacement
I was too anxious to drive to dinner tonight.
We kept losing traction because I need new tires and the roads were awful. I’m not used to driving in snow, at all. I don’t like it.
Mellon, the dear, drove for me. I was still anxious the entire time though. So now I’m exhausted.
I’m also sad. It’s been a shitty few days and I just want good news on the front I’m hoping for.
I miss my parents. They’re both dead. I think, with it coming up on the seventh month since mom’s passing, it’s finally… sinking in? And I’ve always missed Daddy. We were really good friends. Terrible at the whole parental unit and offspring relationship, but good friends.
I dunno. I’ve just got to keep going.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 