...my life is bizarre.
It's been going on for over a week now. The bizarre-ass crap. The crackheads were trying to steal my money. That got worked out, thank god. I still couldn't access my bank account for 5 days, though. Bastards.
My baby hasn't been taking a regular nap. This led to her crying non-stop for an hour on the day that I had planned an outing with friends. Had to cancel. Felt like I was abusing my baby. Cried.
I can't motivate myself to clean anything, sew anything, or do anything productive besides read. I feel like I want to get something done, I'll get up to do it, and then I'll say to myself, "Screw it. I'll do it later."
Oh, and I haven't been sleeping, either.
So, to fix all of this, I went to get my feet done. The best foot girl in the business worked on me, and she even painted flowers on my big toes. Flowers! I feel so much better, but I still need a nap.
--groovygrrl, queen of depressive states