My sugar decided to visit the stratosphere so I got so little done. It just drains me. I'm not even sure how this day passed. I know most of it was me on the couch fighting my brain to focus. I didn't get anywhere near done what I hoped to. I didn't grade anything or clean anything.Big bang ended up a big whimper today. I hate this. My mother hates it. My brother has taken another turn for the worse and she and my dad are there watching their children fail. I know i have other chronically ill friends on here and they probably won't argue with the idea that some days it's hard to keep going on.
I wish I'd get word from circlet press, even if it's a rejection. I wish i knew if it even got there. sigh.
it's pouring again. whee.
I did vacuum today because apparently when i left to go grocery shopping my cats disembowled each other. There was hair EVERYWHERE.
I also tried to make a quinoa fruit salad. I was going to go to an Oscar party but i felt so bad I didn't. I hate the Oscars anyhow. ANyhow WHY is the cook time for grains never right. I cooked this twice as long as it was supposed to be and it's STILL hard as a fucking rock. what a waste of money.
( day 136 idiot neighbors )ETA - OMG I started to shake. my sugar went from 300 to under 100. I feel so damn horrible