~Monday Morning

This morning it was some sort of rap or hip hop bass line that got me up. It wasn't directly below me, but it was still loud enough to vibrate my apartment.

I really need to do my laundry. That's looking like it's not going to happen though. As usual, the machine is in use. I can hope that it'll free up at some point today, but I'm not going to count any chickens yet.

I'm itchy. My skin is broken out. I have a cyst in the worst place, and it hurts. My face hurts from pulling at my beard. My stomach is sore. I'm still tired.


deep breath

deep breath

deep breath

Focus on the moment.


I love you.