having a bad day. this means all systems no-go. like, all of them. i just want some soup. i want to make a pot of soup for myself, so i can feel a little better with something healthy in my belly.
it’s ok. i’ll dry my tears for the umpteenth time, blow my nose, and try again. eventually i will get some soup, or this day will end. regardless, hopefully tomorrow will be better. and no matter what, at least i get a tomorrow, so at least there’s that. i am still, despite everything, grateful.