I should be at choir practice now.
Instead I had to use the bathroom and spend an hour there, when it would have been time to leave the house.
I bet it was this damn McD's I had for dinner yesterday. Or instead of dinner, rather.
I should have known better than eat terrorized chicken, baked in too much fat, with chips seasoned with too much salt on the side, accompanied with a coke with too much sugar. Really, it's no surprise.
I already had terrible nightmares last night and dreamt of zombies. But I guess in comparison to the chicken I got off lightly.
"Again, you can't stop to search for your own fault in everything," the therapist would say. "Give yourself some slack. Be kind to yourself."
And now I'm guilt-tripping myself over guilt-tripping myself. *headdesk*
I bet it was this damn McD's I had for dinner yesterday. Or instead of dinner, rather.
I should have known better than eat terrorized chicken, baked in too much fat, with chips seasoned with too much salt on the side, accompanied with a coke with too much sugar. Really, it's no surprise.
I already had terrible nightmares last night and dreamt of zombies. But I guess in comparison to the chicken I got off lightly.
"Again, you can't stop to search for your own fault in everything," the therapist would say. "Give yourself some slack. Be kind to yourself."
And now I'm guilt-tripping myself over guilt-tripping myself. *headdesk*