What it says on the tin. Oberon has made her offer. Will our Queen take it?
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Was really in the hole last night. Numb. Insomnia.
I eventually managed to get to sleep, but it took work and hugging a pillow to death.
I don’t know where the fucking rent is coming after this next paycheck. I’m beginning to think that I’m not going to be able to go to the half marathon at this rate because I don’t know that we’ll be able to afford it. Which makes me furious.
So we’re struggling. Husband’s in the hole too and I can’t send him to get therapy and I’m just looking around at all the people I know who fucking need medication or at least talk therapy and how none of them are getting help because they can’t fucking afford to get it.
When did the United States turn into a third world country? And can we please get it back?
If I could do anything today, it would be leave. I would get in the car, drive to the nearest five-star hotel, and sleep for a week. In between, eating room service. I’d pay for everyone to go see a fucking shrink. I’d buy a fucking house and a studio. And I would buy a day bed with all the most beautiful bedding, climb in it, and not get out for another week. While looking at beautiful things in my studio.
I fucking hate this.
And that’s enough of that. Have a pretty picture. When in doubt, make moar art.