fahkin A...fkn ay....

All I have to say. Muddy, out.

Muddy, in, actually. This morning med person just said (in regards to my appetite) "if it gets worse, let us know." I feel like I keep telling the fire department my house started burning and they keep saying "keep an eye on it," "let us know if it explodes," "fires suck, don't they?"

People expect me to do stuff and it's so freaking hard. Supposed to do dinner with a friend later, set up an appointment for nh employment shyt in a few weeks, got invited to a party this weekend (ax throwing involved and why can't this be when I'm well because it sounds awesome). I need a nap after putting laundry in the washer let alone that nonsense.

I feel like I'm gonna pukeeeeeee. I just saw a meme that says November in New England is like it's morning until 2pm and then it's bedtime and it's too freakin' true.

(My almost as crazy as me boy says hi!)