Chill the f**k out

MARCH 2015

Been a while since I've written. Got a lot to get off my chest (weird saying). 
My sloppy handwriting is really annoying me today.
And I can't get comfortable.
Poor me.
Lilly is on the rug at my feet.
OK, then: hungry, annoyed, a little tense. What else?

Writing does help focus the mind.

Every time I make the slightest move Lily stares at me anxiously and it's driving me crazy.
I just told her to chill the fuck out and she left the room.

Feeling like a "What's the point in anything?" day. How to snap out of it...

This is getting nowhere. I need to go on a run or something.
Try again later.