the longest three days
So rageful these days. Maybe it’s stress and crankiness combined from being unbelievably inundated with work and so sick I feel like crying/dying every moment of the day. Everything is an echoing blur-throb and I feel like I’m walking through each day in a fog (feels more like a transparent jelly) lifelessly, listlessly, trying my best not to pass out due to sleep-deprivation and the little man in my head hacking away at my skull. I can’t taste, smell, or hear. Pressure in my sinuses and pressure to do well, i.e. survive. Suffocation and stress and nervoustummyache ensues. Everything and everyone irritates and frustrates me. Only in certain moments, though. Don’t worry. And it’s not you. Not you.
But it’s all in seething secret.
I definitely need more Jesus in my life. And a better immune system. And more clones of me to do all my work perfectly. Or slaves. Really really really really smart and efficient slaves. Okay no Christmas list. Just Jesus.
ERRRRRP.
Save me. S’il. Vous. Plait.
[[…back to work. ::SOB::]]
2 years ago • Notes