Wednesday
Scarlett is a pain in the ass. Her temper is volatile and difficult to manage for the first couple days after she returns from my mom's house.
Oh wait, I'm sure this is a repeat. I'm so sick of bitching about her here.
I worked on cleaning up my living room yesterday for about 3.5 hours. The afternoon was spent feeling like shit, and it seems to have carried over a bit this morning despite my good night's sleep. I don't know if it's chronic fatigue or fibromyalgia, but it doesn't take much work for me to begin running a fever and fighting sleep and a flattening of my entire inner self - my mood and demeanor look like the flatline on a heart monitor. I keep forgetting this is why my house stays messy.
Okay, so I've got to do some work right now. Bleh.
Oh wait, I'm sure this is a repeat. I'm so sick of bitching about her here.
I worked on cleaning up my living room yesterday for about 3.5 hours. The afternoon was spent feeling like shit, and it seems to have carried over a bit this morning despite my good night's sleep. I don't know if it's chronic fatigue or fibromyalgia, but it doesn't take much work for me to begin running a fever and fighting sleep and a flattening of my entire inner self - my mood and demeanor look like the flatline on a heart monitor. I keep forgetting this is why my house stays messy.
Okay, so I've got to do some work right now. Bleh.
