It's Wednesday, It's December and in two weeks Way will arrive to steal my money or something.

I had a terrible day. It was really the first time in a long time when I was wishing there was someone for me to come home to. Someone to sit with me on the couch and who would give a shit that I had a terrible day. I just got worked up and I have been out of my medicine for a bit (Lucy ate it) and so my anxiety levels got out of hand and I had a freak out/melt down at work. It's been building for a few days. Eh, whatever. It's a new month and during this month I turn 30. Huzzah!