scrubjayspeaks | Done This Week

Last week's sudden improvement in sleep has been summarily yeeted out a window in favor of wall-climbing anxiety about my dog. (She's got mites, an opportunistic infestation while her immune system is compromised, which is why her skin just keeps getting worse. Also, the new meds for the Cushing's have put her off her food. *teakettle noises*) I'm filled with a sense of despising nearly everything. I want it to be next year, because fuck this one. I also do NOT want it to be next year, because I do not yet feel prepared to do a single goddamn thing to improve on the situation.

Lewisia: 3 new pieces written

Gratitude journaling: 35 new entries

Tumblr queue: 35 posts added

Day job: 31.5 hours

Cleaning: 2 hours of sorting trading cards and absolutely savaging one very specific area of the house container so I can eventually raid it for its bookshelf-y center