what a summer
It has been bizarrely stressful and crazy for the past three months, mostly at work. And it all came home this week. I am not in a good way and I can't shake it. The black dog and the pink elephant are romping, and today I spent half the day in bed (kitties mewing at me anxiously) and the rest of the day shaking in my chair, and crying at MLK's speech as if this were the first time I'd heard it. I hate my neural synapses.