14,737 Days Alive
2 Trays of Potato Nachos Made for Dinner
1 Panic Attack
I am trying not to doom-spiral right now. I’m worried what the future will bring. I’m doing my best. I’m using the limited resources available to me. But gods is it hard.
November will be better. December will be better. 2026 is going to be freaking amazing! I know it. I will make it so, to the best of my ability.
But I wish it didn’t always feel like such a goddamned Sisyphean feat. Never ending, monotonous, and overly-taxing.
Spock is doing well, at least. He loved the sour cream that I gave him when I made potato nachos and corn casserole for dinner tonight. I’m hoping to make some chicken soup in the Instant Pot this week, as well.
My cycle is fucking killing me. I’m in so much pain.
Anyway, I need to get some homework done before tomorrow.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 