I am so, incredibly, tired.

My relationships are a swirling malestrom of emotions and memories and vibes. Bars, restaurants, shows, movies. It all blends together into a mess of unfulfilling distractions. I'm constantly rushing around to make time for things everyone else wants to do. One day everything feels okay, the next day feels like my whole life as I know it is balanced on a knife's edge.

Well. With the help of the NyQuil I'm not suppose to take and a weed gummy, I slept right through the night. Which helped.

My sinuses don't feel quite so fucked anymore but I'm still not great.

Down to 99.1, which is no fever according to the thermometer. Probably because I sweat it out last night.

Maybe I can eat something more substantial than a few sips of hot ramen broth and ginger ale. The noodles weren't wasted, husband had them (he's already been such with this)

I had a call with my union earlier today. The call was about issues with getting accommodations and his reactions were so validating. He kept apologizing for laughing 😅

Things are going to be okay.