I stress-ate every snack I could find last night. I don’t know why.
I’m running on empty, and driving down a snaking road.
Didn’t have much to say yesterday. I drank a lot of mead to numb the pain.
Well, I made it an entire month. This has sucked. But I’m not dead yet.
I’m in a good deal of physical pain today (I post these the morning after) as my back went out. Can’t exactly go to the doctor. Did I mention that my appointment with my Pulmonologist last week was over the phone? Honestly, I’m just glad he’s still alive.
This was a bad day
I have taken to drinking. Drinking has taken to me. We have taken to each other. COVID please let my lung be