The Bloody Doors Off

And that name was, goddamn I’m tired. I got home from work tonight to do more work.

I think I need an intern.

Seriously.

Had to reschedule my psych appointment from tomorrow to Tuesday because my client will want edits before 11am when I go to the contract job. And I can’t get to the alterations place to pick up my denim pants until Sunday (yep, bought blue jeans this week, I’m fuckin’ proud of that).

I never stop running until I take my pills to help me crash.

One day off this weekend, back for another 5 days until the long weekend. And that Saturday is my nephew Jason’s wedding reception.

Gotta admit, I’m not feeling too good about not being able to go to Cuba for the wedding itself. I know. My life hasn’t been easy. And I thought I was okay with not being able to go. But it’s hitting tonight.

Too many feels tonight. Hard to separate them.