Why should it be easier to doubt than to believe
Medded out and sleeping too much.
I forgot to take my medication yesterday and then wasted some waking time trying to figure out a way to adjust my body osmosis to balance everything out to the proper dosage . . . which makes even less sense when you type it out.
Did a full day at work. Waiting for bad weather and used the last remnants of dryness to bring home and put up my new bed.
The new bed is small but it gives more room in my room. It feels comfortable but my puppy and I spent part of our dopey awake time fighting over who got which section.
With all the medical expense I don't think I'll be able to afford anything Christmas-y.
What could be more Christmas-y than that?
Feeling a little edgy. This is the eve of the anniversary of the worst day of my life.
It still resonates.