Oh, there you are, my dear friend…

Stress and I go way back. We’ve had our share of good times and bad, but mostly difficult. I always swear, “If we ever make it through this mess, I’m so done with you, bitch.” But she always comes back around, and, like an old friend, I let her back in hoping for different results this time around. She’s a bad influence, and we have quite the unhealthy relationship.

I don’t handle stress that well. I’m on seizure control meds, for Christsakes…

Alas, now the meds are kicking in. Duch is sleepy tonight.  Goodnight world…

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