Score: +3

I thought that things would slow down at work, but they really haven’t. I find I have less and less energy as the days of ceaseless labor go by. But I do work an unabashedly brutal schedule. Getting up that early every day seems to take a mental toll. Over time. 

I wish I had pep. I have no pep. Where can I did the pep?

Amanda and I are doing really good. We have been helping each other out with our home responsibilities and playing a lot of Minecraft. We have Tristan this week. 

I’m going to see Margaret on Thursday. 

I had this dream the other night that Amanda got crushed by a shelf and died, it was horrifying and sad. It felt so convincingly that I had lost her. I hate vivid dreams like that. I woke up and I thought I was going to cry. 

I need to demonstrate some consistency. I have missed time to illness and now I need to just go and pound out some hours in the office. It’s been hard for me to stay, but I am going to make a concerted effort. 

My parents are coming back in a week and a half. Things will be neat when they return. I haven’t seen them in months. I’ve let my hair go grow pretty much the whole time they’ve been gone. I lost a lot of weight, but I recently gained some of it back. Food is delicious. Enough said. 

Have a nice day.