And back in the fray. And back to insanity. Seriously. I am not doing well at all.
I was away for a couple of days. 2.5, I think. Is today Wednesday? I came home last night, arriving at 11:30. It was a lovely couple of days. I felt all relaxed and better.
Today it's back. Backporch Priestess probably knew this would happen. She wanted me to stay longer. But I want to be at home. I want to be at home without them. They are little lampreys.
It is remotely possible that I might be a bad mother to compare my children to this creature, but today I'm too fucked up to care.
I can't remember what I was going to say. I have nervous twitches. Doing that shaky thing. And I can't talk clearly. I I I I am am repeating words words words as I try try to to to say what I want to to to say. For example. Thankfully I can write better than that.
I just called Cameron. Now she's all worried about me. She'll call Lady Grace and Backporch Priestess and they'll ... I don't know what they'll do. I appreciate their concern, really I do. It's comforting at a time when there isn't much comfort.
I also took my chill pill. I might feel the beginnings of a tiny bit of chill, but there's a hell of a lot of anxiety to overcome right now.
Anything else I can think to write sounds lame and whiny.
