i've been home alone all week, and i havent left the house
thats kind of a lie. i took e to school on monday, and i have checked the letterbox... twice? i think? i also hung out one load of washing and fed the dogs; technically leaving the house, but not the balcony.
technically not alone, i guess. though as much as russell can talk back, he's not much for words.
panic attacks are not fun. they're a bit exciting and scary, but they're not fun. driving during one is downright stupid. (i'll try and keep this in mind next time).
e had a birthday. there was much adventure time
trying to be positive. look at all the stuff i *have* done this week. rather than the stuff i havent.
last night i went to sleep the same way i do every night... when im able to sleep. with good intentions for the next day. definitely take the washing out of the machine before i need to wash it again. unpack the dishwasher. gain some more space in my room. possibly clear the end of the bed. possibly pick up everything off of the floor in the bedroom. then i'll play some of my games. i want to do some gardening too. keep building the fence. email about the broken tree.
i woke up about 8 and went back to sleep.
i woke up at 930 and had a cuddle.
i woke up at almost 11 and actually got up
since then i've been reading about a family in america who have adopted a baby girl from china.