I’m awake in a “better” mood than when I curled under the covers and waited for the bottom to fall out of my goodness.
I think the movie was just way too intense and it overloaded my already sensitive and precious wires and I shorted out. I don’t feel as if I’m back where I was Saturday, but I definitely left part of the “oh whoa is me” bit in the pit for the hungry tiger. He’s gnawing on its ghost bones. He’s satisfied, for now.
Things are a bit more hopeful for me today. I have the entire house to myself for the first time in months. I don’t know what I will do, but I’ll do it well, whatever it is. Oh, I just found the birth control pill I’d “lost” last night. It’s randomly sitting on the carpet. Whatevs. I didn’t take the other one I popped out of its containment pod.
Blah, I was too blah to take the remainder of my meds-which were my trileptal, bc, vitamin and my other heartburn pill. Don’t worry, I will consume my meds today in a less stubborn and more upbeat fashion.
Time to take my heathens to school. Let them wear someone else out for awhile.
My brain is still recovering…*ZAP ZAP*