Another storm bank rolled in at midnight. Boy it was a boomer. Didn't sleep half the night.
So naturally I was exhausted all day. My allergies are so bad that my eyes were to swollen to get my contacts in, my voice sounds like I've smoked three packs of cigarettes and drank a fifth of Jack and my skin is itching so much I'm ready to remove it with a cheese grater. My allergy med made it feel like my brain had been scooped out, wrapped in cotton and dumped in upside down.
And I would like my family to acknowledge that not everything bad that happens to me is because I'm lazy. That these things are not automatically my fault.
of course me not writing IS my fault. Yikes.
salomesensei posted art today that made me feel better.
( day 157, Jackson )

