again, pink lacy thing, hotel, fast internet, feeling blah.
i have hopes of magick and crocheting when i get home.
and then try to get some bigger work done on my room next week.
i am making small steps, but it’s steps. one inch, one box.
it’s a slow process but i am doing something. is it getting better? kinda. i don’t feel so down when i get at least an hour in and not the whole day.