I write to you early this morning from a deep place of anxiety after 5 hours of pretending to sleep.
At like 2 in the morning, the upstairs toilet overflowed, flooded the bathroom, and leaked down to the kitchen. It wasn't even that much water. I hope we don't have to move to another apartment, but I give it less than a month before there is mold if the repair men just do a patch work job.
I have diagnosed myself with MS.
And Parkinson's Disease.
I fear having a stroke.
I'm pretty sure I'm going to lose my job.
My brother has eaten a large quantity of my yogurt.
I am concerned about my oral hygiene.
I'M EXHAUSTED, WHIMPER WHIMPER.
I've gotten a case of the Decembers early.
Sigh.
