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beansideSleep has been very elusive the last few days. Last night, I eventually got some, after listening to three hours of Rusty Quill Gaming. Then, I was up at 6:00am, which was not ideal. Fridays are usually my day to sleep in, but that wasn't happening. I think it's because I'm all worried about the gas work today. I just want it done, but the only way through it is to deal with it.
Life has been like one long panic attack lately. Worried about the election, worried about getting gas back in the house, worried about Dad (His arthritis has been kicking up lately, making him more prone to cussing and fussing, which is stressful), worried about Covid, since we have official proof of reinfection. Worried about the dumpster fire the world is. There's just not a whole lot I'm not worried about.
I'm not hopeful about the election. I'm afraid to be hopeful, because it'll hurt more if I'm wrong. This sounds so much like 2016, and I can't believe that the nice white people won't go in and vote for their self interest. If I'm wrong, I'll be very happy, but in the meantime, I'll stick with my doom and gloom self.
I miss so much about the pre-COVID world. They just officially cancelled the Adventure Zone show we were supposed to go to in April. It was obviously postponed, but they cancelled yesterday. I'm not surprised, but I am sad. Once they set the date, I was going to surprise Jess with tickets to the My Brother, My Brother and Me show the night before, since we're listening to that now, too.
The gas people haven't texted me to remind me that they're coming, and my brain is turning this into a catastrophe--That they aren't going to come and we'll have to do this again next week. And every week we delay is another week we get towards the cold weather. It freaks me out.
It seems like everything is freaking me out today, so I'm going to go take some Benadryl, and try to relax.
Life has been like one long panic attack lately. Worried about the election, worried about getting gas back in the house, worried about Dad (His arthritis has been kicking up lately, making him more prone to cussing and fussing, which is stressful), worried about Covid, since we have official proof of reinfection. Worried about the dumpster fire the world is. There's just not a whole lot I'm not worried about.
I'm not hopeful about the election. I'm afraid to be hopeful, because it'll hurt more if I'm wrong. This sounds so much like 2016, and I can't believe that the nice white people won't go in and vote for their self interest. If I'm wrong, I'll be very happy, but in the meantime, I'll stick with my doom and gloom self.
I miss so much about the pre-COVID world. They just officially cancelled the Adventure Zone show we were supposed to go to in April. It was obviously postponed, but they cancelled yesterday. I'm not surprised, but I am sad. Once they set the date, I was going to surprise Jess with tickets to the My Brother, My Brother and Me show the night before, since we're listening to that now, too.
The gas people haven't texted me to remind me that they're coming, and my brain is turning this into a catastrophe--That they aren't going to come and we'll have to do this again next week. And every week we delay is another week we get towards the cold weather. It freaks me out.
It seems like everything is freaking me out today, so I'm going to go take some Benadryl, and try to relax.
