thepnutgallery | List Making and Crossing (Reply)

I woke up at 2:30, and not even an extra half pill could get me back to sleep. My focus strayed further and further all day. In therapy, we discussed my vicious self-loathing, and tried to find out where it comes from. We also discussed self-care, and she noted I'm at the Fake It 'Till You Make It point there. Tim also stopped by in the afternoon, and dropped off my sweater he'd borrowed. He noted that my and Mark's inability to form a proportionate response, instead of going nuclear, is the mark of emotional trauma. Ellis is similar, and Tim often has to step in to play diplomat for him.

Thanks to a surge of "Just Get It The Fuck Done," I managed to both track down and send my return holiday card to Ryan Reynolds (and even had an address to send it to, thanks to keeping the envelope!), and write my petition for Kelly Clarkson and Jon Brion to work together. The worst that can happen is...nothing, which is exactly what will happen without it.

I saw an ideation post from Kenneth, though he didn't answer the message I sent him or his phone when I called. I drank the rest of the wine, and even took the last splash of vodka. I ended up getting another block on FB, just because I told some Trumpet to end themselves. Ron checked in before I got the block, though I'll need to check back in on that later.