A glass of wine to pass the time...
I'm nervous about my therapy appointment tomorrow. Silly, isn't it, being nervous about something so trivial. It's not like they're going to decide I'm a total basket case and lock me away somewhere.
Still.
Nerves.
Hence the wine.
It'll help me sleep.
God I wish I hadn't made the appointment for 8:30 in the morning.
I'm going to be exhausted all day tomorrow.
And I have to go to the grocery store.
Joy.
Oh well, have to eat, have to feed the cats, have to change the litter boxes.
I love normal adult life.
At least, as normal as my life is allowed to be.
Sigh.
Still.
Nerves.
Hence the wine.
It'll help me sleep.
God I wish I hadn't made the appointment for 8:30 in the morning.
I'm going to be exhausted all day tomorrow.
And I have to go to the grocery store.
Joy.
Oh well, have to eat, have to feed the cats, have to change the litter boxes.
I love normal adult life.
At least, as normal as my life is allowed to be.
Sigh.