Just needed to vent. I promise to keep it short.
Blarg. just Blarg. Went to the derm this morning for repeatedly peeling skin that should not be peeling based on the medicine I was already on. Now have to add in more medicine and another visit.
Light switch in hall (where I use the iron) is buzzing and flickering. Have cut power to that outlet.
I'm worried that the washing and dryer are entering the hospice stage of functioning.
I'll be 37 in a few weeks. And I hoped to be in better shape by then, but I'm not.
I think I've got the blues (and likely PMS).
Blarg. I'm going to go to try to snuggle The Kraken.
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Chocolate? I'm feeling the same way about 35, no kids and divorced with elderly dogs. Very Bridget jones!
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