Crashing. Hard. Sleep knocks at the doors behind her eyeholes, banging, clanging, persistent and the noise leaks out around her eyeballs and turns into crusty crawly creatures who get in the way and she almost gets hit at an intersection on her way home.
Couldn’t make it to my monthly volunteer meeting after the chiropractor… I can feel one of my headaches coming on. I ate a huge salad of baby romaine, tilapia, and shaved parmigiano (243 calories total) and am putting myself to bed with episodes of Sex and the City. Self care or self loathing, one must come with the other.