Who was it that said, if the hand offends, cut it off? My head offends right now. I have a huge flipping headache. I try to sleep for the requisite 8+ hours but sometimes it's tough. Can't sleep through the night. And in the mornings, the beautiful weather brings with it some lovely, brilliant pollen that clogs up the rest of my senses. I look and smell like an old witch, huddled in the dark with my bottles of aromatherapy oils, trying to clear my sinuses, sipping on hot water.
The best advice I've been getting, and the most difficult one to remember is:
DON'T FLIP OUT. Stay calm.
Strangely enough, that's the most difficult thing to remember when you're in the middle of a downward spiral into the depths of hell.
I wish the stupid, massive construction across the street would SHUT the FRACK up. I hope they are putting in something really important that is going to serve the community. Something like a cyclotron. Or a wind tunnel.
4 days to go. 4 days. That's longer than some bugs live. Alright, enough jerking out, back to the grind. Turn off the internet. Turn off the phone. Turn the mirror to face the wall. Put on the gloves. And the hat. And try not to stain the furniture.
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