I passed out last night about eight. In my clothes. Which my cat bled all over.
I still feel sleepy. Tired. Worn out.
I’ve been fiercely hungry and then can’t eat.
I could use a nap.
I’ve been completely random. I’ve veered from one emotional extreme to the other, all in the span of a single conversation. I refuse to be reduced to a gibbering mass.
Well, off to another day!