Blame my sleep aid.

Work – I feel like when I put forth my strongest effort at work is when I get beat up the worst. I have yet to learn how not to take things personally.

Life overall – ditto.

I could use a win.

I can see my reflection in the dialysis tv, and I look like I’m fifty.

I haven’t the foggiest notion how I will turn anything around.

Merely surviving is an insufficient goal.

I have been too wrapped up in my own daily attempts to keep hanging by what seems to be a durable-enough thread to be a friend to any of my friends. I feel horrible about that.

I want to sleep nonstop for a week, which would result in either unemployment or unpaid FMLA time.