Woke up too early for some reason, and was a bit grouchy and cranky at having to work. Not been a great day even if not for any major damaging reason. Cause I was tired I took my meds since it'd keep me awake, but it was a light day so I felt bleh.
I did get a call from my landlord's agent (at 8PM) and my rent is going up by $200 for the next two years, but it's still way cheaper than literally anything comparable on the market. When I do taxes that money is staying locked the fuck up. I hope my raise is minimum the same as last year cause until that happens and/or until Emma finds a part-time job better suited to her anxiety levels, things will be a little tighter, again. I hope all these things work out because dear lord i need therapy being more aware of being a nutjob sucks even if its another step in moving forward
I have survived another week, and hopefully after chores are done Saturday I can get something constructive done. I need to try and get to bed on time cause if I go past 11 I start thinking sads and then it makes me wakes up mads and idk why i'm talkin like popeye