If I could just spend a week or two wrapped up in a blanket, I would do it. But for now, this fur stole is close enough.
I’ve had a rough week. I tried changing medications and I was fine…. until I got to the second week. A few meltdowns and some intense digestive distress later, I’m barely starting to recover.
So here’s some gloomy, un-sourced pics of me trying to make myself feel happy, again.
And by some I mean two. That was all I could manage.