Woke up in a ball this morning. Again. I had nightmares about dying, both in freak accidents and from long illnesses that sapped me of everything. I tried taking a klonopin to go in late, but that didn’t work, either.
So, here I sit, hating myself a little bit more because I continue to be utterly made of fail at making it through an entire week of work.
*sigh* It’s rainy and dreary outside, and in my heart. I’m going back to bed.