I didn't feel like going to work today. Actually, I don't usually work on Wednesdays, except to make up for a holiday (like Monday - I was at the other job instead then), so I was going to go in, but I didn't tell them I was going to, and they didn't say anything about it either, and I don't usually work Friday either and I have a meeting then, so I guess it works out that I didn't go today. If I had worked today, it would have made 70 hours in one week between two jobs, and also 11 days without a day off.

I know that my self-care is really pathetic, and I have no business complaining about anything when I run myself into the ground. Why don't I even care about self-care? It's like it's intentional that it is this bad. You could even say that I take pride in it.

Anyway, I do want to say that I'm sorry that I have not been able to keep up around here, and that some of my responses when I do make them have been a bit off. I feel bad for not knowing everything that is going on around here, and for not being very effective sometimes.

Tomorrow marks the two-year anniversary of the day that I totally lost it and got locked up in jail for hurting myself. I guess this is my bad season. Next month it should start getting better. I haven't done all that bad this year. I told T that I was not going to have crises this year, because she can't really deal with them from so far away, so I've tried to behave myself for the most part.

Thanks all of you for helping me make it through another winter. We're almost there now, aren't we?