Just got home from the 90mile roundtrip drive to the lung doctor and found the house full of yelling. I swear to God I'm going to take my pug and my laptop and go live in a hollow tree in the forest.
12 more days of prednisone. Yay.
How is it that my head is full of writing ideas and yet I'm so, so discouraged?
*hugs Wilbur and maybe snivels, just a little bit*
All shall be well and all shall be well
- Loving Life