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There, that's my day in a nutshell.
I never even got dressed today. I'm in the same extra-long t-shirt I slept in last night, and I will indeed sleep in it again tonight. Don't care, I didn't do a thing to even remotely break a sweat today.
I did, however, bake a cake, do 3 loads of laundry, and have hour-long conversations with my bro in PA and my dear sis in Boston. Family stuff... Mom took a bad fall this week past, the result of dark glasses and walking down a dark-carpeted staircase without holding onto the handrail, because she was carrying stuff down to the pool. Face plant resulted. Luckily, no broken bones, just many bruises. This is when it sucks being across the continent, although there is very little I could do even if I were there.
Well, I will be there in a little more than a month, so that will be good.
Man, The Sopranos was totally mind-blowing tonight. I hope it doesn't give me nightmares.
Skipped the Plaquenil today and my innards have been a lot more calm. It's only one day, though. We'll see how it goes tomorrow. Should I feel like an idiot if it turns out the drugs were the cause of the rapid transit problem? Doesn't seem worth the effort, actually. There's no point in beating myself up over stuff like that. I've got enough stress happening in the rest of my life that I don't have to manufacture more to dump on myself.
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