Hey reader, been a second. Roommate is out of town, house sitting for his older brother, younglings are about to go back to school tomorrow, andddddd I am... Strangely ok.
Tomorrow I'm going to go grocery shopping and plan 31 days of food. Ffs. Worked some on a book I won't release- letters to N won't come out more than likely until she or my father have passed on.
Am I good? Sort of, yeah.
Had my last post op appointment and they cleared me but I'm having issues with rehire. Meh. I want to be sedated. I may give in tomorrow and buy some stronger stuff. It'll make all the pain- both physical and mental- go TF away. And then I'll repeat the cycle later lol
It feels like I'm constantly waiting on impending doom.
The things I want to say won't come- even if they did would it matter.
Ugh
S
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