Good morning. I feel like hell. My whole tongue hurts (I haven’t been wearing my mouth guard), I’m tired, and I’ve got bad reflux.
I ate everything in sight last night. All of my intentions fell by the wayside. I know why. Emotions.
I got in my car after work yesterday and cried. Nothing happened, I was just sad.
I get like that. The second day is always the worst. It’s been that way since it started, when I was a little girl.
I might go back to sleep on the couch until Aislyn gets up. Desmond is upstairs.
Talk later, my readers ❤️