I had amazing cheesy garlic bread for dinner last night but it knocked me the fuck out. I eat carbs a lot more than a lot of people, so I don't usually get that crash afterwards, but I couldn't keep my eyes open! I was afraid I was going to fall asleep in the shower! So I went to bed instead of watching any TV.
I'm sure it's grief more than anything, since I feel like I was starting to emerge from my usual late-winter funk before anything happened, but gosh it's hard to get out of bed in the morning. I have a bad case of the Don't Wannas and nothing seems to help. I spent the weekend feeling like I was supposed to be somewhere else (i.e., the hospital) and it was a jolt remembering each time that no, that's over now.
And I know there are other big changes coming (hopefully good ones, but then again, I have my performance review tomorrow, so who knows?), and I just can't seem to get myself in gear to prepare for them. But I guess not everything can be lip balm and glitter. Sigh.
Adulting is hard. I don't like it.
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