HAHHHAHHAAAA!!!! Im so evil, mainly to myself. NO, Sofia is not out yet, Stuart still dominates those catwalks.
Circumstances, though, have made it so that I had to tell my boss about my bipolar disorder. They already knew about my Crohn’s, but not about the bipolar. I never trusted my 1st TL enough to tell him, slimey prick. But my new TL, no prob.
Yeah, I’ve cracked a bit, again. I will have to find a therapist, preferably one who can deal with the GID too, and prescribe meds so I don’t have to fuck around with 50 docs.
So, I made it through hours last night. I shouldn’t have even worked three hours. I was not in the right headspace. Did everything I could, byt my shell cracked enough for my yolk to come spilling out. No bueno! I had to take some time off. TIme to recoup, and find a therapist. Let the search begin!