October 1st. A day of late in the year fresh starts. I don’t know how fresh, but there’s at least some points in my favor to get me going.
I have determined not to become the Lich Queen. It is really not worth the small bump up in power.
I have an eyebrow waxing appointment tomorrow.
I have ordered and picked up my groceries for a week – will try to stretch to 10 days – and am getting ready to start another load of laundry. I am thinking that the time and money I am spending eating out, which culminated last week in a veritable frenzy of excess and over-caffeination, can be used for exercise, for clothes shopping, for reading, for stashing away to buy someone a ticket out here if we can just agree that should happen.
I’m not feeling very well, but, that’s only my fault.
I have a very fragile heart, but nobody is swinging baseball bats.