The happenings

I’m sitting outside at 4 am a I couldn’t sleep.  I have a sick doggy too so there’s that.  It’s very cold out here.  I liked it at first but now it’s getting uncomfortable. It’s like sitting in my feelings.  At first you feel alive because you have them then they become draining. 

I have a four day weekend with two days left. I am enjoying them. I’m debating on putting the Christmas tree up.

Overall the panic attacks are still occurring so I’m thinking of asking for the klonopin back. I’m not sure if it’s a reaction to not getting it anymore or real. I have some left so I’m not winging it but still. … chicken or the egg…

I’m not sure when I got off track in life financially. Is it this time of year? This is my main concern.

I had a fun dream tonight. I cherish those and want to stay in them forever. Life doesn’t work that way though.

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