Angry day

I woke up fine, quickly slipped into free floating anger (menopause driven I think) and then it morphed to earned anger. I went to my old laundromat where I haven't been since Covid (the one here in the RV camp was too iced over) and they jacked the price up so high it was 10$ just to do two loads. I then found out that there was no money on my HSA card. Now I know I spent money from my health savings on my tooth but to be EMPTY? I have no words. That was 300$ out of my pocket which means almost all of my 3000$ deductible will be on my credit card this year. I need to have HR look into this.


Came home to find two fandoms freaking out between creators being bad and shipping wars.


On the other hand my Prodigal Son story yesterday, Speaking His Mind got 3 dozen kudos in 24 hours. I guess a lot of us felt the need to fix the Alma Mater episode.


Last night at the Prodigal Son drink and write I wrote 3333 words. I am fueled by rum apparently.


Work's a nightmare. I think I'm just very tired of everything.