I went out with doc to a garage sale today. I barely held my shit together. and we were only there to pick up a baker's rack that doc had already paid for. by the time i got home, i couldn't speak and i was sweating profusely and i was shaking uncontrollably. I HATE MY ILLNESS.
I brushed my hair today. it's really getting long. I figured I either needed to start taking care of it or shave it off. And a lot of my self-esteem is wrapped up in my hair, so I couldn't shave it.
Chewy debuted his sweater for the season today. it was that chilly this morning. so Doc had to suffer the indignity of walking a preppy dog around the neighborhood.
I don't want to be connected to myself anymore, so I'm going to end this and just relax in the music and read twitter.