Holy shit, it's June.
And hot.
And the deck needs painted.
Do you ever get into a funk and all you want is just to be left the FUCK alone? That's where I am. No one has done anything to me. I feel fine (other than my angina, but at this point that doesn't even count anymore). I'm just overwhelmed and I need some time to decompress. No running anywhere, no talking on the phone, no outside world. All I want to deal with right now is a book. I called off work today. Probably not the smartest thing to do but I don't feel all that great and I may snap if I don't get some quality me time. I cannot stress how crucial it is.
