in bed
Crawled back into bed all excited about being warm and comfortable, maybe I'd even sleep a little more, and instead I started thinking about the laundry I need to do and the shower I need to take and the lunch I need to pack.
Ugh.
I have a job I now loathe going to, with no real end in sight. I get minor little panic attacks all the time over it and I can't figure out how to stop them. I want to quit, but there's just no way.
*sigh*
I need a sugar daddy/momma to come take care of me for a while until my head's on right.
Man up Molly.
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