Oh, Suzi. I'm sorry. What a terrible thing thing to have to reprocess.
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Oh, Suzi. I'm so sorry.
Damn, Suzi. What a thing to be blindsided by. What can you do to take care of yourself? Would a bath help? Pet snuggles?
Oh, Suzi, I'm sorry. Please take care of yourself however you can.
I am so sorry, Suzi. That is a horrible memory to carry. Much love.
What can you do to take care of yourself? Would a bath help? Pet snuggles?
Ideally? I'd like to self medicate and go to sleep. But I have homework due tonight that I put off, as usual. I'm completely avoiding comfort foods because that would make me feel worse. Once homework is done, I'm loading up on pet snuggles and sleep.
After work I got a bee in my bonnet that I want to cook a Persian dinner for the family (shortcut style) this weekend so I hit up the store for some ingredients. That gave me too much free thinking time. It has been over 14 fucking years. Larry! I'm still PISSED AT YOU FOR DOING THAT.
That just sucks.
I'm glad mom is here today because the Zoloft is making me a little shaky.
So it took forever to do homework last night as my mind was wondering more than usual. I took two lorazepam and crashed fairly quickly once I climbed in bed. Today, the brain has been drifting into dangerous territory. If only work things would WORK instead of bombing right and left.
I just want to crawl in a cave with internet and ignore the world for a while.