Nope. It’s for sure my lack of sleep.
Henceforth there shall be cute animal photos because I fucking feel like it, OK?
Meds help, and then they don’t.
It’s a weird dance I haven’t gotten the moves down right so shit unfolds clumsily sometimes.
Sometimes have come a call in’ today.
Think aggressive driving.
Think silently fuming at slow-movers at the craft store.
Think self-abusive shouting (in my head) at myself for only having the energy to do 2 of the 5 things I had wished to do today.
I can turn this negativity around.
I’m going to be nice to myself.
I’m going to take a nap.