my period started this morning.
that explains a lot about the last week.
i got my three-day weekend coming up and i am going to clean and cure myself.
somehow i still got burnt out, all right before Thanksgiving.
maybe i can chalk this up to my mind not feeling it but my body feeling it.
i really need to clean. i gotten into the cycle of “it’s bad/it makes me depressed/if i clean i’ll feel better/i’m too depressed to clean/it’s bad/it makes me depressed/if i clean i’ll feel better…”
i’m hoping that i get a 3-day weekend for Thanksgiving and can make a dent.
i need to go to bed.
work is ok but for that one fuckwit who works there. i realized i think about him too much so i keep repeating "I call all my power back to me" to calm down and banish him away.
i don't have any magic on me when i'm at work so i need to make me come charms to keep shit away from me.
the weather has been wonderful. it feels like i'm in a horror movie this whole month.
it's been great to have November, with all the fall elements and no fucking Christmas being shoved down my throat.
McRibs still are evil.
i worry about my friends having enough money to survive while i'm living large, but not large enough to share.
maybe tomorrow i’ll have the energy to write.
