Spent much of yesterday crying on and off - sometimes about valid things, sometimes about remembering a cake. It occurred to me at the latter that it was PROBABLY about time for the monthly bloodletting.

Taking my meds this morning and who do I see but the gromple placebo?

Sometimes I hate being right. Hoping today is a little better, especially since I’m spending the day baking with my mom and crying around her is a death sentence

DESSERTS COMPLETED SUCCESSFULLY. KITCHEN CLEANED. EVEN VENTED TO MOTHER ABOUT SOMETHING AND SO FAR NOTHING HAS GONE WRONG

crossing all of my fingers and toes into this sad pretzel configuration