Shit I need to do today:
- news interview
- testosterone shot – make sure PCP knows which dose is correct, also, now that insurance exists, belated bloodwork, figure out how much anxiety is the lower dose of bupropion vs fascism keeping me awake at night, also make sure she fixes the script for syringes
- get in touch with lawyer who wants to take on Rawstory pro bono
- eat/make a grocery list bc we’re out of bread
- write article #2 if the interview hasn’t drained me completely
What I want to do today:
- curl up into a ball under blankets and sleep forever and never leave.
but that’s the exhaustion and depression from the exhaustion talking, and I should let myself buy a coffee and a bagel.