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2 Days of Snow Forecast
1 New Job Next Week
SON OF A FUCKING BISCUIT. Two guesses who fell asleep face-first on their Kindle last night?
I know I’m gonna cry when my gift arrives. My support system has been so amazing lately, and I have just been getting run over by the struggle bus mentally.
I hope that next week is kinder to me. I need to be working again, have a regular schedule, and more income. I am so… worn down. Like bad brakes. Or… I feel like I am stuck in a car with bald tires on black ice going downhill. Heading for disaster and without anything beyond a mockery of control and a bit of luck hopefully on my side…which might just be my anxiety being a bastard.
It’s going to snow tomorrow. I’m going to make nachos with the ground beef I remembered to put in the fridge to defrost earlier today. It should be awesome.
Poor Mr. Spock is living on the heating pad during the day. We don’t keep the apartment frigid or anything. But since money is so tight, we’re keeping it a bit lower to keep the bills down.
Anyway, I’m going to try to read.
Take your meds, folks.
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