Tuesday

I just couldn't do it. 

I couldn't go in. I couldn't bear the idea of sitting in that office wasting another day. I am just too damned tired.  I couldn't bring myself to go through a screaming match with Scarlett this morning, so she's at home too. Not necessarily the best idea, but there it is. 

I was startled awake by the smell of candles, and there stood Scarlett with lighter in hand, surrounded. 

I'm so tired. I can't write anything else. I swear I can barely put two thoughts together.

Tuesday night

I have a knot as long as my first knuckle, and about as wide, on my occipital ridge. Not the usual ones beneath it (I think those are lymph nodes, and they swell and hurt all the time) but actually ON the ridge. It's hard. It hurts when I lay down.

I didn't get much cleaning done today, but we did manage to go to the grocery store. Did a great job there. Fixed dinner, Scarlett didn't like it much. I don't care.  It was pretty good. 

I don't like my antidepressant. I should probably schedule a med check. I think I'm due. 

I missed the cheap spay day. Couldn't get my ass in gear, goddammit. I'm still tired. Good night.