2 bagels, lots of water and a blueberry muffin.
Blood sugar wonky, I can feel it. I can see the colors of my stress flying like a flag. An irritating flag. one that’s ringing my phone, asking stupid questions in a voice I hate. For no good reason. I’m entertaining thoughts of burying folks up to the neck at low tide, and waiting for it to come in. Then getting impatient, and just bashing skulls with my shovel.
OOh. Angry. not good.
Good things that happened today…
Um. I didn’t die. Chatted Briefly with Robb, made plans for Friday, maybe to see invisible guy.
That’s all I can think of…
Suzy’s hard up for cash, and I’ve given all I can. I’ll give her more on Friday… I think then it’ll be my cutoff.
I’m super tired. Didn’t walk this am.
I want a job where all I do all day is research stuff on the ‘net. Anyone hiring?