Valentines is no fun when you are single… which I am. I hate it. Flowers and chocolate and sweet words whispered in your ear? Sour grapes? Maybe…. jealousy of my sister’s new love, maybe… I want to be happy but the truth is Valentines Day just reminds me of my age (41) and the internal clock is ticking. I hate it. I have always hated this bloody f*cking holiday.
Enough of that, I had an ok day bowling in the morning .. I got 99 which sucks majorly. I have no idea why though… I had a good sleep last night… 99… I guess that’s an ok score…
I’m drinking ice cold water. I need the fluids… I’m not sick or anything but this drug I take called Invokana has the annoying habit of making me go to the bathroom a gazillion times during the day AND another side effect is dehydration and that is also a pain in the arse… so I combat that by drinking a sh*tload of water.
Jen said to wear a rubber band and to snap it when ever I want to do self harm.
A very depressed Sammi.