My boss will not let me rip myself to shreds and told me to rest.
Anyways, there’s a 50% chance the team we’re in conflict with will, ah, leave the rest of us at the altar, so to speak.
I should rest. After I tell breadmaker to make very simple bread. I feel like throwing up… will try soy or almond milk so as not to collapse.
Will be taking my Xanax in peace. I’ll probably fall asleep. My dreams have surfed back into weird boringness, so it looks like the Overherd have finished eating the enormous backlog of nightmares.