14,663 Days Alive
1 Rough Day
Today was a day from hell. Not my story to tell, but suffice it to say Excedrin, caffeine, and sheer adaptability in the face of stress served me well today.
Spock has decided that I smell like fig shower gel and stress and he’s gonna cuddle the shit out of me until I relax.
I’m going to try to crochet and get some rest.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 