My stress levels are still ridiculous. I thought it was going to get better, but it turns out I’m a sucker.
I decided to drink tonight. I probably shouldn’t blog while drinking apple ale, but, whateva.
If I can relax enough to be able to slip back into the world of my book, I’ll write tonight. I had several really good days of writing and planning, but yesterday was just kind of meh. I think I might have turned my brain a bit gooey.
Honestly, it’s more that I don’t have the emotional energy some days to write. Its more than the stage fright or the anxiety, it is some days I feel like I am trying to run through mud to be positive. By the time I sit down at night I have put up with so much bullshit I’m too tired to try and focus. Some days, like today, I get so pissed that I’m slogging through bullshit that I explode a little. The batteries that run my creativity and my positive attitude are running low.
My allergies are up. My house is a constant hotbed of stress. I feel like I’m slogging through bullshit alone because of stuff with my parents. I’m worn out. I am straight up worn out.
I know other people put up with a lot more with a lot less. I get that. I get that I am a big ole whiner pants.
Also, my feet are ugly, and I am giving up on my sugar fast thing. Maybe right now isn’t the time to try and make drastic changes in my diet. I failed… for now.
mmmmm apple ale
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I bought apple ale because of you posting on facebook the other day. It was delicious.
Also, at some point after we move to our new house you should come and eat delicious, delicious African food.