I look forward to coffee.
I’m going to fail at this job. (I was a molecular biologist. I’m not trying scientific writing). I’m so old. I printed out every single journal article. The other team members just read their article on the screen.
idk.
i look ugly. My body is so out of shape. I got the pin out of my hand on Friday. I just need to rest it for two more weeks. I’m too depressed to even do yoga. Or walk.
My husband is tired of worrying that I’ll drink. It’s hard living with me. I lie about alcohol a lot. (Not here).