The first meet-up of Boozy Bookworms (the book club I started) is tonight at a wine bar in the city. Sounds like we’re going to have a decent turn out. Really it’s a drinking club, but reading a book ahead of time makes us feel better about it!
That was absolutely fucking terrible.
That’s how I feel today, like my fucking head is going to explode.
Dear Life: thank you for kicking me while I’m down.
The docs can’t figure out what the fuck is wrong with my husband.
I have to fire someone I really like and care about. I wish I could say more about this, but I can’t right now. I’m really sad, though, like very fucking sad.
My joints are fucked. I’m in the middle of a flare. My meds are fucked up. It’s a whole thing…resulting from incompetence. I need a new rheumatologist.
All this while my head is still fucking reeling from my upcoming hysterectomy and oophorectomy, which I found out today is (finally) scheduled for April 11.
It feels like my life is falling apart.
I need a Xanax.
I have to fire someone.
I’ve fired eight other people in the course of my career. This one will be, by far, the most difficult.
Being the boss really fucking sucks.
- I don’t need a root canal.
- I keep getting complimented on my shoes.
- I’ve been getting a lot of referrals.
- Tonight we are going out to dinner with good friends.
- We’re one day closer to the weekend.
My business partner brought his sweet pup to the office today. My mood instantly improved when I saw her. Animals are magical 💜
We’ve started taking turns bringing our pets into the office, and it has greatly improved morale. Our jobs are stressful; pups help!