I want to write, I feel like I need to write and to purge the garbage that’s swirling around in my head, but I don’t want to write it here, because most of it is gripes and complaints and stuff that really has no merit in sharing. I want to write that sort of thing in my paper journal, but it has been hard finding the time and motivation to do that.
I need coffee. BRB.
I’m feeling really muddled today and my eyes are bothering me pretty badly.
Last night I was feeling really tired, so after I did my transcription and ate dinner, I headed to bed. I have quite a few books that I want to read, but instead I played tablet games and then crashed out for some more fitful sleep.
The time has come where I am forced to make that doctor’s appointment I have been putting off for months. I am very nearly out of birth control bills from Australia. I want to to the Project Ruby thing, but I think I’ll have a chat with my doctor first about what she would recommend for me based on what I’ve been taking. I’m not looking forward to switching medications, let me tell you that. At least I’m now being forced to address my other health questions, too.
I think I’m on the brink of one of my black holes. Oh, shit. Actually, no. I feel like I don’t really care. All I’m trying to do is to survive until I can get home, and from there, meet my minimum work responsibilities then get into bed.