Blame my sleep aid.
Work – I feel like when I put forth my strongest effort at work is when I get beat up the worst. I have yet to learn how not to take things personally.
Life overall – ditto.
I could use a win.
I can see my reflection in the dialysis tv, and I look like I’m fifty.
I haven’t the foggiest notion how I will turn anything around.
Merely surviving is an insufficient goal.
I have been too wrapped up in my own daily attempts to keep hanging by what seems to be a durable-enough thread to be a friend to any of my friends. I feel horrible about that.
I want to sleep nonstop for a week, which would result in either unemployment or unpaid FMLA time.