IT'S NOT THAT I've been running along hot desert roads ~ but I'm still utterly exhausted and sleeping hours at night AND during the day. I hate having to rouse myself for anything.
Sorry I have not yet replied to yesterday's comments. My mind is a bit scattered.
You know I still have not been to that diagnostic psych appointment. I had the "every few months how are you doing you sad druggie" check-up but my worker was there and that inhibited ANY conversation off the doctor's script. I just wanted to get out of there as quick as possible.
A week or two ago I got a letter advising me an appointment had been booked for me the day BEFORE the letter came. This was the dreaded appointment. I didn't bother rebooking as at the time I thought I felt fine ~ fine enough to reinterpret my entire past as the results of someone not willing to try hard enough.
But now I'm wading through honey (or worse) again and what goes around comes around again and again and again. I'm OK though I'm not going to hang myself I just feel sick, tired and depressed. And I've got to go because the evil cybercaff's about to time me out for dawdling ...
Flatirons, peaches and death - Almost reached the end of the photo sorting. Having been very ruthless initially I then went back through the suitcase and retrieved some originally for di...
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