For a long time I didn’t sign internet petitions, thinking they were pointless. But then recently I signed a couple, desperate.
I’m up in the middle of the night. Ate cake.
My friend brought a couple boxes of her things to Happy Earth Market to give away. I was gifted a plastic Virgin of Guadalupe that I love. She’s with me on my desk, keeping me company.
As my three-month cough becomes a four-month cough, I see how medicine fails me. We went to winco looking for cheap allergy meds and wow.
Yesterday I got a letter from one of my favorite friends. He made me a homemade advent calendar for my birthday, but instead of a little piece of chocolate behind every door, there’s the name of a song I’m to look up on youtube and listen to, every day.
I had emergency therapy. Thought I’d just cry the whole hour but talked instead.
I was lying in bed and started praying. I had some kind of inspiration. I remembered when I used to pray myself to sleep, which would sometimes result in strange requests.
