I’ve had a horrible cold the last few days and it sucks. I hate being sick but I hate more when my depression turns into something that makes me physically ill which I believe is happening right now and it sucks. I came home from work and put tomato soup in a yeti cup because I am lazy and would rather drink it like that vs sipping it out of a bowl. It really helped my throat and I will say being sick is distracting me from other issues. I sound like I’ve smoked 2 packs of Marlboro Menthol’s a day my entire life. (In my brief smoking period I would only smoke menthol’s). My moods have sucked and I am trying to power through it but it is hard to do. I spend the day with my daughter and husband when I got home from work. My daughter eventually went to spend the night at my moms house so the hubby and I laid in bed eating Zaxbys and watching Better Things. (I am now obsessed with Better Things.) I love laying on Wayne there is something about my head on his chest that is so relaxing. No matter what is going on if my head is on his chest nothing else in the world matters at that moment. I am worried about so much mostly money and all of this. I don’t know what I am doing with this and what direction I want to go. I’ve fallen in love with my book again and I need to publish it but it seems so surreal actually finishing it and letting people see inside. I have a blog entry saved here that I occasionally type on when I’m in the mood but I need to focus dammit get all the pieces together and create the magic that started so long ago. I just need to get there again.
I am trying to get some of these finished so they are getting merged together. It is already 12/4/18 and these need to be finished.
Did you know you can buy fuzzy socks for cheap at Wal-Mart? You can never have enough. I love them especially when it’s cold and I am ignoring every other responsibility and watching Netflix. They also really work when I am stressed out they help me calm down. Calming down is very difficult most of the time so I will take anything I can to help make it better. My daughter is now obsessed with fuzzy socks too. She loves when we curl up on the couch with fuzzy socks, oversized sweatshirts, and watch a movie we’ve seen 1000 times. What makes you happy?