Fried-day

Could not even post yesterday.

The grief goes on.

Slept 12 hours last with horrible dreams despite the sleep meds.

I look like a meth addict, sunken eyes, sores all over my face...oh and in one of my dreams my teeth started falling out. Good weight loss program,
though.
I really am going to try to run today, but for now I must do the Saturday morning shuffle.

Everywhere I look reminds me of him. I don't want to even wash my sheets. That's how pathetic I feel.

hollyj