So as of 8:14 a.m. on Tuesday August 2nd I am possibly missing a cat, or not one may have escaped outside which is really bad for at least one or two of the cats and reasonably bad for the third. If it's the bad cat and I don't mean bad cat I mean if it's the cat that shouldn't be allowed outside...
Around 1pm, the last effects of my morning focus medication have out. My brain stopped working. I'm on a lunch break but my head is once again filled with all the thoughts, worries and anxiety it's been filtering fine till just now. I am lost. I don't know what to do.
I can hardly bring myself to blog, which I seem to remember is a common symptom of my depression. Ironically the periods of my life I'd most like to document and remember are those times when I least feel like writing. I suppose smoking a little weed might help, since...
