A Quickie

I haven't felt well today. 

I'm anxious about the tiktok ban. 

I'm anxious about the job... I should find out tomorrow if I'm moving on to the final round or not. 

I'm tired of feeling like shit every day. 

I am trying to eat more salad and greens and vegetables. I have missed vegetables. 

Everything feels so incredibly effortful these days. 

I'm just tired. 

So I'm putting myself to bed now...

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