In case you were wondering, “They can’t order me to stop dreaming” is a direct quote from the original 1950 Disney Cinderella cartoon.
The selfie in question:
This is what I did tonight.
I noticed that when I lived in a dry climate I could wear my headset all day without issue, but now that I live somewhere a little more humid, my headset irritates the skin at the back of my neck. I bought covers online, and they’re okay, but I wanted to see if I could crochet a cover for my new headset. In theory, it should be more breathable than the store one. But I’m not sure since it’s much thicker.
It’s basically just a tube of crochet. No fancy patterns.
Ben got a full time job. Full time freelancing really isn’t his style. He was really stressed out by it, which was stressing me out. His first day of work was today, and I felt really productive in the office for the first time in months. I think this is going to be a good change for both of us. In the meantime, we’re both waking up earlier than usual, so I am completely exhausted.
Tomorrow I’ll tell you how I got poop on my dog. Not my poop. Just. Poop.
I forgot to eat for most of today, so now I have this splitting fucking headache.
And now that I finally did eat dinner, I feel like I’m just inches from puking it all up. Not in a purgey way. In a my head hurts so fucking bad I’m honestly not sure if I can keep this down way.
This is probably a bad time to mention that I actually think, all things considered, that working the first step in regard to disordered eating has really been helping me.
I gotta go to sleep. Here’a a sketch I found in an old notebook.