I didn't work yesterday. I did good to stay out of bed. I expect today may be as bad, but I'm going to try for something better. If I can beat back this rage and this anxiety and this sorrow that's beating me down.
I think I am damn near to done with public appearances, forever.
Last night, TV and roleplay, the latter better than the former. Whatever promise Godless might have held is entirely lost in episodes 3 and 4, and I doubt I'll even finish it.
This morning, I dreamt of trilobites.