… has unfortunately consumed me.
I have a big pile of work with my name on it (unfinished, obviously).
I have a big list of things I told people I’d do and I haven’t. Sorry, sorry. Sorry again.
I am sad, and I am so tired.
Several of my friends* had babies this week, and a number are due imminently.
I very, very loudly shouted bad things at my husband this weekend.
I got really, really drunk**
It’s my birthday in less than a week and I really REALLY don’t want a fourth baby-less, pregnancy-less birthday. I don’t fucking WANT IT. It’s not even a good birthday so I won’t get presents.
Anyway, I imagine I’ll be back soon with a picture of a dog driving a car or a garden vegetable that looks like a penis.. but until then I hope you are all well,
*using the term loosely since apparently knowing another person since childhood means jack shit once you are infertile.