Great Saturday. Fun morning hijinx, picked up the TV I bought for my birthday, and a fun night out.
Nice escape from my newfound chronic anxiety.
I had a tiny tv so it’s good to have one we can see. But today I learned mom’s eyesight is nearly gone. She’s been “watching” the tiny TV without complaint. I love her so much and I’m so very sad that her life is the way it is.
I’m tired of wasting time on horrible human beings who are shooting accusations like bullets at Yosemite Sam’s feet. Tired of jumping every 10 minutes.
Tired-er still of Dippity Dumbfuck. I feel like all the frustration within me is just attracting more of it.
I’m done. I’m so done.
I’m so happy sitting in front of my less-little TV. (I got it on a huge sale and with a coupon. Best $200 I ever spent.) But can’t believe how much stress and sadness and fear and anxiety I’ve felt, and yet I still don’t feel like I deserve this reward.